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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris
Morris, William (1834-1896)

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VOLUME I THE DEFENCE OF GUENEVERE AND OTHER POEMS
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VOLUME II THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JASON
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VOLUME III, IV, V, VI THE EARTHLY PARADISE
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VOLUME VII THE STORY OF GRETTIR THE STRONG. THE STORY OF THE VOLSUNGS AND NIBLUNGS
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VOLUME IX LOVE IS ENOUGH. POEMS BY THE WAY
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VOLUME X THREE NORTHERN LOVE STORIES. THE TALE OF BEOWULF
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VOLUME XII THE STORY OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG AND THE FALL OF THE NIBLUNGS
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VOLUME XIV THE HOUSE OF THE WOLFINGS. THE STORY OF THE GLITTERING PLAIN
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VOLUME XV THE ROOTS OF THE MOUNTAINS
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VOLUME XVI NEWS FROM NOWHERE. A DREAM OF JOHN BALL. A KING'S LESSON
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VOLUME XVII THE WOOD BEYOND THE WORLD. CHILD CHRISTOPHER. OLD FRENCH ROMANCES
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VOLUME XXI THE SUNDERING FLOOD. UNFINISHED ROMANCES
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VOLUME XXIV SCENES FROM THE FALL OF TROY AND OTHER POEMS AND FRAGMENTS
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EARLY POEMS
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POEMS OF THE EARTHLY PARADISE TIME (About 1865-1870)
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LATE POEMS
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THE PILGRIMS OF HOPE
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[I.] THE MESSAGE OF THE MARCH WIND
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II. THE BRIDGE AND THE STREET.
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III. SENDING TO THE WAR.
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IV. MOTHER AND SON.
  
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V. NEW BIRTH.
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VI. THE NEW PROLETARIAN.
  
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VII. IN PRISON—AND AT HOME.
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VIII. THE HALF OF LIFE GONE.
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IX. A NEW FRIEND.
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X. READY TO DEPART.
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XI. A GLIMPSE OF THE COMING DAY.
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XII. MEETING THE WAR-MACHINE.
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XIII. THE STORY'S ENDING.
  
NO MASTER
  
THE MARCH OF THE WORKERS
  
DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN
  
MAY DAY
  
MAY DAY, 1894
  
FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT

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