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I pondered all these things, and how men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of their defeat, and when it comes turns out not to be what they meant, and ...
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William Morris (1834-1896), British artist, writer, printer. A Dream of John Ball, ch. 4 (1888).
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So long as the system of competition in the production and exchange of the means of life goes on, the degradation of the arts will go on; and if that system is to last for ever, then art is doomed, an...
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William Morris (1834-1896), British artist, writer, printer. Art Under Plutocracy (1883).
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''The reward of labour is life. Is that not enough?''
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William Morris (1834-1896), British artist, writer, printer. Hammond, in News From Nowhere, ch. 15 (1891).
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The wind's on the wold
And the night is a-cold,
And Thames runs chill
'Twixt mead and hill.
But kind and dear
Is the old house here
And my heart is warm
Midst winter...
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William Morris (1834-1896), British poet. Inscription for an Old Bed (l. 1-8). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quille...
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''Pray but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips,
Think but one thought of me up in the stars.''
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William Morris (1834-1896), British poet. Summer Dawn (l. 1-2). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Ox...
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So I say, if you cannot learn to love real art; at least learn to hate sham art and reject it. It is not because the wretched thing is so ugly and silly and useless that I ask you to cast it from you;...
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William Morris (1834-1896), British artist, writer, printer. "The Decorative Arts: Their Relation to Modern Life and Progress," published as "The Less...
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''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.''
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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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''Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,
Why should I strive to set the crooked straight?
Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme
Beats with light wing against the ivory gate,''
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William Morris (1834-1896), British poet. The Earthly Paradise (l. 22-25). . .
Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward,...
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''Of Heaven of Hell I have no power to sing,
I cannot ease the burden of your fears,
Or make quick-coming death a little thing,
Or bring again the pleasure of past years,''
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William Morris (1834-1896), British poet. The Earthly Paradise (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, e...
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''Nor for my words shall ye forget your tears,
Or hope again for aught that I can say,
The idle singer of an empty day.''
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William Morris (1834-1896), British poet. The Earthly Paradise (l. 5-7). . .
Oxford Book of Nineteenth-Century English Verse, The. John Hayward, e...
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Song VIII: While Ye Deemed Him A-Sl
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Love is enough: while ye deemed him a-sleeping,
There were signs of his coming and sounds of his feet;
His touch it was that would bring you to weeping,
When the summer was deepest and music most sweet:
In his footsteps ye followed the day to its dying,
Ye went forth by his gown-skirts the morning to meet:
In his place on the beaten-down orchard-grass lying,
Of the sweet ways ye pondered left for life's trying.
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