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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

Morris, William (1834-1896)

I.

VOLUME I THE DEFENCE OF GUENEVERE AND OTHER POEMS

II.

VOLUME II THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JASON

III, IV, V, VI.

VOLUME III, IV, V, VI THE EARTHLY PARADISE

VII.

VOLUME VII THE STORY OF GRETTIR THE STRONG. THE STORY OF THE VOLSUNGS AND NIBLUNGS

IX.

VOLUME IX LOVE IS ENOUGH. POEMS BY THE WAY

X.

VOLUME X THREE NORTHERN LOVE STORIES. THE TALE OF BEOWULF

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XII.

VOLUME XII THE STORY OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG AND THE FALL OF THE NIBLUNGS

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THE STORY OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG AND THE FALL OF THE NIBLUNGS

I.

BOOK I. SIGMUND

II.

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III.

BOOK III. BRYNHILD

OF THE DREAM OF GUDRUN THE DAUGHTER OF GIUKI.

HOW THE FOLK OF LYMDALE MET SIGURD THE VOLSUNG IN THE WOODLAND.

HOW SIGURD MET BRYNHILD IN LYMDALE.

OF SIGURD'S RIDING TO THE NIBLUNGS.

OF SIGURD'S WARFARING IN THE COMPANY OF THE NIBLUNGS, AND OF HIS GREAT FAME AND GLORY.

OF THE CUP OF EVIL DRINK THAT GRIMHILD THE WISE-WIFE GAVE TO SIGURD.

OF THE WEDDING OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG.

SIGURD RIDETH WITH THE NIBLUNGS, & WOOETH BRYNHILD FOR KING GUNNAR.

HOW BRYNHILD WAS WEDDED TO GUNNAR THE NIBLUNG.

OF THE CONTENTION BETWIXT THE QUEENS.

GUNNAR TALKETH WITH BRYNHILD.

OF THE EXCEEDING GREAT GRIEF & MOURNING OF BRYNHILD.

OF THE SLAYING OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG.

OF THE MIGHTY GRIEF OF GUDRUN OVER SIGURD DEAD.

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OF THE PASSING AWAY OF BRYNHILD.

IV.

BOOK IV. GUDRUN

XIV.

VOLUME XIV THE HOUSE OF THE WOLFINGS. THE STORY OF THE GLITTERING PLAIN

XV.

VOLUME XV THE ROOTS OF THE MOUNTAINS

XVI.

VOLUME XVI NEWS FROM NOWHERE. A DREAM OF JOHN BALL. A KING'S LESSON

XVII.

VOLUME XVII THE WOOD BEYOND THE WORLD. CHILD CHRISTOPHER. OLD FRENCH ROMANCES

XXI.

VOLUME XXI THE SUNDERING FLOOD. UNFINISHED ROMANCES

XXIV.

VOLUME XXIV SCENES FROM THE FALL OF TROY AND OTHER POEMS AND FRAGMENTS

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Then she raised herself on her elbow, but again her eyelids sank,
And the wound by the sword-edge whispered, as her heart from the iron shrank,
And she moaned: “O lives of man-folk, for unrest all overlong
By the Father were ye fashioned; and what hope amendeth wrong?
Now at last, O my belovèd, all is gone; none else is near,
Through the ages of all ages, never sundered, shall we wear.”