William Morris: poet, craftsman, socialist (Google eBook)

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G. P. Pvtnam's Sons, 1902 - Artists - 296 pages
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Page 201 - 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 other men have to fight for what they meant under another name...
Page 118 - Grey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead, Wrought in dead days for men a long while dead. Come down, O love ; may not our hands still meet. Since still we live to-day, forgetting June, Forgetting May, deeming October sweet O hearken, hearken ! through the afternoon, The grey tower sings a strange old tinkling tune ! Sweet, sweet, and sad, the toiling year's last breath, Too satiate of life to strive with death.
Page 269 - THE STORY OF THE GLITTERING PLAIN, which has been also called The Land of the Living Men, or The Acre of the Undying.
Page 55 - GOLD on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a golden girdle round my sweet ; Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.
Page 102 - I assure you that the charm is there ; so much has the old house grown up out of the soil and the lives of those that lived on it : some thin thread of tradition, a halfanxious sense of the delight of meadow and acre and wood and river; a certain amount (not too much, let us hope) of...
Page 4 - Good King Wenceslas looked out, On the Feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, Deep, and crisp, and even: Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gathering winter fuel. "Hither, page, and stand by me, If thou know'st it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?
Page 101 - I am quite sure that they are absolutely necessary in the sowing the seed of an art which is to be made by the people and for the people, as a happiness to the maker and the user.
Page 106 - ... and I do not wonder at our friends tending it carefully and making much of it. It seems to me as if it had waited for these happy days, and held in it the gathered crumbs of happiness of the confused and turbulent past.
Page 184 - Our business, I repeat, is the making of Socialists, ie convincing people that Socialism is good for them and is possible. When we have enough people of that way of thinking, they will find out what action is necessary for putting their principles into practice. Therefore, I say, make Socialists. We Socialists can do nothing else that is useful.
Page 104 - I disentangled myself from the merry throng, and mounting on the cart-road that ran along the river some feet above the water, I looked round about me. The river came down through a wide meadow on my left, which was grey now with the ripened seeding grasses; the gleaming water was lost presently by a turn of the bank, but over the meadow I could see the mingled gables of a building where I knew the lock must be, and which now seemed to combine a mill with it.

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