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By God! I will not tell you more to-day, Judge any way you will - what matters it?
William Morris
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William Morris
Age: 62 †
Born: 1834
Born: March 24
Died: 1896
Died: October 3
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William M. Morris
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As to the garden, it seems to me its chief fruit is-blackbirds.
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You may hang your walls with tapestry insread of whitewash or paper or you may cover them with mosaic or have them frescoed by a great painter: all this is not luxury, if it be done for beauty's sake, and not for show: it does not break our golden rule: Have nothing in your houses which you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.
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It is the childlike part of us that produces works of the imagination. When we were children time passed so slow with us that we seemed to have time for everything.
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We are only the trustees for those who come after us.
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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.
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If a chap can't compose an epic poem while he's weaving tapestry, he had better shut up, he'll never do any good at all.
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Not on one strand are all life's jewels strung.
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The heart desires, the hand refrains. The Godhead fires, the soul attains.
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Earth, left silent by the wind of night,Seems shrunken 'neath the gray unmeasured height.
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There was a knight came riding by In early spring, when the roads were dry And he heard that lady sing at the noon, Two red roses across the moon.
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If we feel the least degradation in being amorous, or merry or hungry, or sleepy, we are so far bad animals & miserable men.
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Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold. No ripple on the river, no stir in field or fold, All gleams but naught doth glisten, but the far-off unseen sea. Forget days past, heart broken, put all memory by! No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, Joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.
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A world made to be lost, - A bitter life 'twixt pain and nothing tost.
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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.
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Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement.
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Speak but one word to me.
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That talk of inspiration is sheer nonsense there is no such thing. It is a mere matter of craftsmanship.
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Yea, I have looked, and seen November there The changeless seal of change it seemed to be, Fair death of things that, living once, were fair Bright sign of loneliness too great for me, Strange image of the dread eternity, In whose void patience how can these have part, These outstretched feverish hands, this restless heart?
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From out the throng and stress of lies, From out the painful noise of sighs, One voice of comfort seems to rise: It is the meaner part that dies.
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I know a little garden close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night. And have one with me wandering.
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