William Morris


English Poet, Artist, Textile Designer, Libertarian Socialist associated with the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood

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Eve shall kiss night, and the leaves stir like rain as the wind stealeth light o'er the grass of the plain. Unseen are thine eyes mid the dreamy night's sleeping, and on my mouth there lies

He did not die in the night, He did not die in the day, But in the morning twilight His spirit passed away.

If I were to work ten hours a day at work I despised and hated, I should spend my leisure I hope — in political agitation, but I fear — in drinking.

Join hope to our hope and blend sorrow with sorrow,And seek for men's love in the short days of life.

Mastership hath many shifts whereby it striveth to keep itself alive in the world. And now hear a marvel: whereas thou sayest these two times that out of one man ye may get but one man's work, in days to come one man shall do the work of a hundred men — yea, of a thousand or more: and this is the shift of mastership that shall make many masters and many rich men.

O thrush, your song is passing sweet but never a song that you have sung,is half so sweet as thrushes sang when my dear Love and I were young.

Speak but one word to me over the corn, over the tender, bowed locks of the corn.

The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.

To happy folk all heaviest words no more of meaning bear than far-off bells saddening the Summer air.

Wherewith will ye buy it, ye rich who behold me? Draw out from your coffers your rest and your laughter, and the fair gilded hope of the dawn coming after! Nay this i sell not, — though ye bought me and sold me, — for your house stored with such things from threshold to rafter. — pass by me, i hearken, and think of you not!

A man at work, making something which he feels will exist because he is working at it and wills it, is exercising the energies of his mind and soul as well as of his body. Memory and imagination help him as he works.

Art is man's expression of his joy in labor.

Fear and Hope — those are the names of the two great passions which rule the race of man, and with which revolutionists have to deal; to give hope to the many oppressed and fear to the few oppressors, that is our business; if we do the first and give hope to the many, the few must be frightened by their hope; otherwise we do not want to frighten them; it is not revenge we want for poor people, but happiness; indeed, what revenge can be taken for all the thousands of years of the sufferings of the poor?

His claim to his home is deep, but there are too many ghosts. He must absorb without being absorbed.

If others can see it as I have seen it, then it may be called a vision rather than a dream.

Late February days; and now, at last, might you have thought that Winter's woe was past; so fair the sky was and so soft the air.

Meanwhile the dragon, seeing him clean gone, followed him not, but crying horribly, caught up within her jaws a block of stone and ground it into powder, then turned she, with cries that folk could hear far out at sea, and reached the treasure set apart of old, to brood above the hidden heaps of gold.

Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, or make quick-coming death a little thing, or bring again the pleasure of past years, nor for my words shall ye forget your tears, or hope again for aught that I can say, the idle singer of an empty day.

That glad to-morrow may bring certain bliss? Hast thou forgotten how love lives by this…

The wanderer trembled when he saw all this, because he deemed by magic it was wrought; yet in his heart a longing for some bliss whereof the hard and changing world knows nought, arose and urged him on, and dimmed the thought that there perchance some devil lurked to slay the heedless wanderer from the light of day.

To thee, when thou didst try to conceive of them, the ways of the days to come seemed follies scarce to be thought of; yet shall they come to be familiar things, and an order by which every man liveth, ill as he liveth, so that men shall deem of them, that thus it hath been since the beginning of the world, and that thus it shall be while the world endureth... Yet in time shall this also grow old, and doubt shall creep in, because men shall scarce be able to live by that order, and the complaint of the poor shall be hearkened, no longer as a tale not utterly grievous, but as a threat of ruin, and a fear. Then shall these things, which to thee seem follies, and to the men between thee and me mere wisdom and the bond of stability, seem follies once again; yet, whereas men have so long lived by them, they shall cling to them yet from blindness and from fear; and those that see, and that have thus much conquered fear that they are furthering the real time that cometh and not the dream that faileth, these men shall the blind and the fearful mock and missay, and torment and murder: and great and grievous shall be the strife in those days, and many the failures of the wise, and too oft sore shall be the despair of the valiant; and back-sliding, and doubt, and contest between friends and fellows lacking time in the hubbub to understand each other, shall grieve many hearts and hinder the Host of the Fellowship: yet shall all bring about the end, till thy deeming of folly and ours shall be one, and thy hope and our hope; and then — the Day will have come.

While Wood, who is 24, might be a much younger actor, he has nonetheless been making movies for 15 years and also possesses a canny sense of himself. Elijah didn't do 'The Lord of the Rings' to become a movie star, ... Nobody knew that it would be the amazing phenomenon that it turned out to be. He loved the books and did everything he could to get the part.

A pattern is either right or wrong.... It is no stronger than its weakest point.

Beauty, which is what is meant by art, using the word in its widest sense, is, I contend, no mere accident to human life, which people can take or leave as they choose, but a positive necessity of life.

Folk say, a wizard to a northern king at Christmas-tide such wondrous things did show, that through one window men beheld the spring, and through another saw the summer glow, and through a third the fruited vines a-row, while still, unheard, but in its wonted way, piped the drear wind of that December day. So with this Earthly Paradise it is, if ye will read aright, and pardon me, who strive to build a shadowy isle of bliss midmost the beating of the steely sea, where tossed about all hearts of men must be; whose ravening monsters mighty men shall slay, not the poor singer of an empty day.

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English Poet, Artist, Textile Designer, Libertarian Socialist associated with the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood