Top 25 Quotes by William Morris of 84 - Page 4

Yea, I have looked, and seen November there; The changeless seal of change it seemed to be, Fair death of things that, living once, were fair; Bright sign of loneliness too great for me, Strange image of the dread

Yea, I have looked, and seen November there; The changeless seal of change it seemed to be, Fair death of things that, living once, were fair; Bright sign of loneliness too great for me, Strange image of the dread eternity, In whose void patience how can these have part, These outstretched feverish hands, this restless heart?

William Morris

Loneliness, Heart, Hands

William Morris, Peter Faulkner (2002). “Selected Poems”, p.96, Taylor & Francis

To happy folkAll heaviest words no more of meaning bearThan far-off bells saddening the Summer air.

William Morris

Summer, Air, Bells

William Morris (2015). “Delphi Complete Works of William Morris (Illustrated)”, p.3959, Delphi Classics

A world made to be lost, - A bitter life 'twixt pain and nothing tost.

William Morris

Pain, World, Bitter

"The Hill of Venus (The Earthly Paradise)". Poem by William Morris, ebooks.adelaide.edu.au. 1870.

Whiles in the early Winter eve We pass amid the gathering night Some homestead that we had to leave Years past; and see its candles bright Shine in the room beside the door Where we were merry years agone But now must never enter more, As still the dark road drives us on. E'en so the world of men may turn At even of some hurried day And see the ancient glimmer burn Across the waste that hath no way; Then with that faint light in its eyes A while I bid it linger near And nurse in wavering memories The bitter-sweet of days that were.

William Morris

Sweet, Memories, Eye

William Morris (2012). “The House of the Wolfings: A Tale of the House of the Wolfings and All the Kindreds of the Mark”, p.5, The Floating Press

By God! I will not tell you more to-day, Judge any way you will - what matters it?

William Morris

What Matters, Judging, Matter

William Morris, May Morris (2012). “The Collected Works of William Morris: With Introductions by His Daughter May Morris”, p.10, Cambridge University Press

In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.

William Morris

Life, Song, Wall

William Morris (1966). “Collected works”

Mastership hath many shifts whereby it striveth to keep itself alive in the world. And now hear a marvel: whereas thou sayest these two times that out of one man ye may get but one man's work, in days to come one man shall do the work of a hundred men - yea, of a thousand or more: and this is the shift of mastership that shall make many masters and many rich men.

William Morris

Men, Two, Alive

William Morris (2015). “Delphi Complete Works of William Morris (Illustrated)”, p.69, Delphi Classics