William Morris

(1834 - 1896 / England)

William Morris Poems

81. All For The Cause 4/13/2010
82. Hope Dieth: Hope Liveth 4/13/2010
83. King Arthur's Tomb 1/3/2003
84. March 1/3/2003
85. Riding Together 1/3/2003
86. The Haystack In The Floods 1/3/2003
87. Night 1/3/2003
88. In Arthur's House 1/3/2003
89. For The Bed At Kelmscott 1/3/2003
90. Winter 1/3/2003
91. Sad-Eyed And Soft And Grey 1/3/2003
92. A Good Knight In Prison 1/1/2004
93. Iceland First Seen 1/3/2003
94. Atalanta's Race 1/3/2003
95. Flora 1/3/2003
96. Echoes Of Love's House 4/13/2010
97. Love Is Enough 1/4/2003
98. A Death Song 1/3/2003
99. Earth The Healer, Earth The Keeper 1/3/2003
100. In Prison 1/3/2003
101. Autumn 1/3/2003
102. Day 1/3/2003

Comments about William Morris

  • Linda Storey (12/2/2017 3:44:00 AM)

    Has a line I the poem , every man dies but not every man lives

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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.

Best Poem of William Morris


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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