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| 4111. | Song III: It Grew Up Without Heeding by William Morris | | Love is enough: it grew up without heeding
In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure,
And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pl... |
| 4112. | Song VIII: While Ye Deemed Him A-Sleeping by William Morris | | Love is enough: while ye deemed him a-sleeping,
There were signs of his coming and sounds of his feet;
His touch it was that would bring you to weep... |
| 4113. | Spring by William Morris | | Spring am I, too soft of heart
Much to speak ere I depart:
Ask the Summer-tide to prove
The abundance of my love. ... |
| 4114. | The Chapel in Lyonesse by William Morris | | SIR OZANA.
All day long and every day,
From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday,
Within that Chapel-aisle I lay,
And no man came a-near.
Naked to th... |
| 4115. | The Doomed Ship by William Morris | | The doomed ship drives on helpless through the sea,
All that the mariners may do is done
And death is left for men to gaze upon,
While side by s... |
| 4116. | The Earthly Paradise: Apology by William Morris | | 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 pl... |
| 4117. | The Earthly Paradise: The Lady of the Land by William Morris | | The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would fain have delivered from a strange... |
| 4118. | The Nymph's Song to Hylas by William Morris | | 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... |
| 4119. | The Story of Sigurd the Volsung (excerpt) by William Morris | | But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth,
And the light flashed up to the heavens from the rims of the glorious girth;
But they... |
| 4120. | On A Drop Of Dew by Andrew Marvell | | See how the Orient Dew,
Shed from the Bosom of the Morn
Into the blowing Roses,
Yet careless of its Mansion new;
For the clear Region where 'twas ... |
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