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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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INTRODUCTION
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THE SUNDERING FLOOD
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CHAPTER III. WOLVES HARRY THE FLOCK.
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CHAPTER V. OSBERNE SLAYS THE WOLVES.
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CHAPTER VI. THEY FARE TO THE CLOVEN MOTE.
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CHAPTER VII. OF A NEWCOMER, AND HIS GIFT TO OSBERNE.
  
[A shaft to the north]
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CHAPTER X. OSBERNE AND ELFHILD HOLD CONVERSE TOGETHER.
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CHAPTER XVII. THE SLAYING OF HARDCASTLE.
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CHAPTER XXIX. OSBERNE AND HIS MEN RETURN TO WETHERMEL.
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CHAPTER XXXVI. THE STAVES WHICH OSBERNE TAUGHT TO THE DALESMEN.
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CHAPTER XXXVII. OSBERNE TAKES LEAVE OF WETHERMEL.
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UNFINISHED ROMANCES
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VOLUME XXIV SCENES FROM THE FALL OF TROY AND OTHER POEMS AND FRAGMENTS

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74

WE HAVE DONE ALL THAT MEN COULD DO

We have done all that men could do
But lie here in the dust at last,
For ye were many, we were few,
Our battles and our lives are past.
Fear nothing then but strike the blow;
Be merry now from day to day—
Your enemies are lying low,
Fear not the Gods so far away.
What can our curses now avail,
We lying here unarmed and bound,
If prayers were nought to turn the scale
When swords were whole and mail was sound?
Ye shall grow great: your old defeat
Shall be but part of your renown—
O brave, so many a loss to meet
And still to rise when smitten down!
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