The Life of William Morris, Volume 1

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Longmans, Green, 1899

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First published in two volumes in 1899, this title offers the life of the British artist, poet, manufacturer, and socialist and incorporates 22 original illustrations. Read full review

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Page 316 - For this is the Great Story of the North, which should be to all our race what the Tale of Troy was to the Greeks...
Page 22 - Jewry is God known : his Name is great in Israel. At Salem is his tabernacle : and his dwelling in Sion.
Page 240 - Lo from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seen; Toothed rocks down the side of the firth on the east guard a weary wide lea, And black slope the hillsides above, striped adown with their desolate green: And a peak rises up on the west from the meeting of cloud and of sea, Foursquare from base unto point like the building of Gods that have been, The last of that waste of the mountains all cloud-wreathed and snow-flecked and grey, And bright with the dawn that began just now at the ending...
Page 194 - Would that I Had but some portion of that mastery That from the rose-hung lanes of woody Kent Through these five hundred years such songs have sent To us, who, meshed within this smoky net Of unrejoicing labour, love them yet. And thou, O Master!—Yea, my Master still, Whatever feet have scaled Parnassus' hill, Since like thy measures, clear, and sweet, and strong, Thames' stream scarce fettered bore the bream along Unto the bastioned bridge, his only chain.
Page 225 - She led me up close to the house, and laid her shapely sunbrowned hand and arm on the lichened wall as if to embrace it, and cried out, 'O me! O me! How I love the earth, and the seasons, and weather, and all things that deal with it, and all that grows out of it, — as this has done!
Page 195 - There, now we both laugh — as the whole world may, At us poor singers of an empty day. Nay, let it pass, and hearken ! Hast thou heard That therein I believe I have a friend, Of whom for love I may not be afeard...
Page 108 - If any man has any poetry in him," he said to Burne-Jones, "he should paint, for it has all been said and written, and they have scarcely begun to paint it...
Page 109 - Rossetti's conquest of a mind so strong and so selfsufficing was, while it lasted, complete in proportion to the strength which was subdued. He became not only a pupil, but a servant. Once, when Burne-Jones complained that the designs he made in Rossetti's manner seemed better than his own original work, Morris answered with some vehemence, ' I have got beyond that : I want to imitate Gabriel as much as I can.
Page 104 - Rossetti says I ought to paint, he says I shall be able ; now as he is a very great man, and speaks with authority and not as the scribes, I must try.
Page 195 - Dying so far off from the hedge of bay, Thou idle singer of an empty day ! Well, think of him, I bid thee, on the road, And if it hap that midst of thy defeat, Fainting beneath thy follies...

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