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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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358

MAY GROWN A-COLD

O certainly, no month this is but May!
Sweet earth and sky, sweet birds of happy song,
Do make thee happy now, and thou art strong,
And many a tear thy love shall wipe away
And make the dark night merrier than the day,
Straighten the crooked paths and right the wrong,
And tangle bliss so that it tarry long.
Go cry aloud the hope the Heavens do say!
Nay what is this? and wherefore lingerest thou?
Why sayest thou the sky is hard as stone?
Why sayest thou the thrushes sob and moan?
Why sayest thou the east tears bloom and bough?
Why seem the sons of man so hopeless now?
Thy love is gone, poor wretch, thou art alone!
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