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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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THE WANDERERS
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THE STORY OF ARISTOMENES
  
THE STORY OF ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE
  
THE WOOING OF SWANHILD
  
IN ARTHUR'S HOUSE
  
[ANTHONY]
  
WRITTEN IN A COPY OF THE EARTHLY PARADISE, DEC. 25, 1870
  
VERSES FOR THE MONTHS EARTHLY PARADISE
  
HAPLESS LOVE
  
THE MOTHER UNDER THE MOULD
  
SAD-EYED AND SOFT AND GREY
  
RHYME SLAYETH SHAME
  
MAY GROWN A-COLD
  
AS THIS THIN THREAD
  
SONG
  
WHY DOST THOU STRUGGLE
  
O FAR AWAY TO SEEK
  
OUR HANDS HAVE MET
  
FAIR WEATHER AND FOUL
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LATE POEMS

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[Of the Slaying of Skeggi.]

“A rock-troll her weight did throw
At Skeggi's throat a while ago;
Over the battle-ogress ran
The red blood of the serving-man;
Her deadly iron mouth did gape
Above him, till clean out of shape
She tore his head and let out life:
And certainly I saw their strife.”
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