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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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Then upright by the bed of the Niblungs for a moment doth she stand,
And the blade flasheth bright in the chamber, but no more they hinder her hand
Than if a God were smiting to rend the world in two:
Then dulled are the glittering edges, and the bitter point cleaves through
The breast of the all-wise Brynhild, and her feet from the pavement fail,
And the sigh of her heart is hearkened mid the hush of the maidens' wail.
Chill, deep is the fear upon them, but they bring her aback to the bed,
And her hand is yet on the hilts, and sidelong droopeth her head.
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