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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 »
William Morris Poems
Wearily, drearily,
Half the day long,
Flap the great banners
High over the stone;... more »
So swift the hours are moving
Unto the time unproved:
Farewell my love unloving,
Farewell my love beloved!... more »
Love gives every gift whereby we long to live
“Love takes every gift, and nothing back doth give.”... more »
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 ...... more »
am the handmaid of the earth,
I broider fair her glorious gown,
And deck her on her days of mirth
With many a garland of renown.... more »
William Morris Quotations
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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...
Comments about William Morris
Earth The Healer, Earth The Keeper
So swift the hours are moving
Unto the time unproved:
Farewell my love unloving,
Farewell my love beloved!
What! are we not glad-hearted?
Is there no deed to do?
Is not all fear departed
And Spring-tide blossomed new?
The sails swell out above us,
The sea-ridge lifts the keel;
For They have called who love us,
Who bear the gifts that heal:
A crown for him that winneth,
A bed for him that fails,
A glory that beginneth
In never-dying tales.
Yet now the pain is ended
And the glad hand grips the sword,
Look on thy life ...
Has a line I the poem , every man dies but not every man lives
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
Ananda K. Coomaraswamy, the greatest aesthete since Aristotle and Plato, says that Morris is the only modern poet that Plato would heartily approve.