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Born in March 24, 1834 / Died in October 3, 1896 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by William Morris

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Thunder In The Garden

... Then we turned from the blossoms, and cold were they grown: ...

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All For The Cause

... “Fair the crown the Cause hath for you, ...

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Love Is Enough: Songs I-IX

... Change is come, and past over, no more strife, no more learning: ...

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Sir Peter Harpdon's End

... Sir Peter Harpdon, a Gascon knight in the English service, and John Curzon, his lieutenant ...

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Echoes Of Love's House

... “Love locks up the lips whence all things good might come ...

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The God Of The Poor

... If from hell The Devil had cried, “Take this gold cup,” ...

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The Woodpecker

... Now am the tree-bark’s thief, ...

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The King Of Denmark's Sons

... And there standeth the Queen with cheeks full white ...

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Drawing Near The Light

... Nought seem its leaves and blossoms good, ...

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Pray But One Prayer For Us

... Faint and grey ’twixt the leaves of the aspen, betwixt the cloud-bars, ...

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A Garden By The Sea

... Dark hills whose heath-bloom feeds no bee, ...

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The Lay Of Christine

... But the third sailed swiftly from the land ...

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Verses For Pictures

... Spring. Spring am I, too soft of heart ...

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Love's Reward

... ” “I will bring thee there where thou wouldst be, ...

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The Day Of Days

... dumb we lie; Our Hope is dead, the seed we spread ...