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MORRIS

LIST OF REFERENCES

EDITIONS

*Poetical Works of William Morris, 11 volumes, Longmans, Green & Co., 1896-8. The Earthly Paradise, 1 volume, Reeves & Turner, 1890. The Defence of Guenevere, Kelmscott Press, 1892. The Life and Death of Jason, Kelmscott Press, 1895. The Earthly Paradise, 8 volumes, 1896-7. Poems by the Way, Kelmscott Press, 1891. (The four beautiful editions last mentioned are now practically unobtainable.)

BIOGRAPHY

*MACKAIL (J. W.), Life of William Morris, 2 volumes, 1899 (The standard biography). VALLANCE (Aymer), The late William Morris, 1896. *VALLANCE (Aymer), William Morris; His Art, his Writings and his Public Life. A Record, 1897. CARY (E. L.), William Morris : Poet, Craftsman, Socialist, 1902. CLARKE (William), William Morris, A Sketch of the Man; in F. W. Lee's William Morris. *NOYES (Alfred), Morris, 1908 (English Men of Letters). See also S. C. Cockerell's History of the Kelmscott Press, Percy H. Bate's History of the Pre-Raphaelite Movement, and the other biographical references under Rossetti.

CRITICISM

CAZALIS (H.) ("Jean Lahor"), William Morris et le Mouvement nouveau de l'Art décoratif. CHESTERTON (G. K.), Twelve Types: William Morris and his School. CRANE (Walter), William Morris, in Scribner's Magazine, July, 1897. DOWDEN (E.), Transcripts and Studies: Victorian Literature. FORMAN (H. B.), Our Living Poets. HEWLETT (M.), William Morris; in The National Review, August, 1891. HUBBARD (E.), The Philistine, Vol. IX, No. 4. HUBBARD (E.), Little Journeys to the Homes of English Authors. LANG (A.), The Poetry of William Morris; in the Contemporary Review, August, 1882. LANG (A.), William Morris's Poems; in Longman's Magazine, October, 1896. LOVETT (R. M.), William Morris; in the Harvard Monthly, 1891; Vol. XII, p. 149. MACKAIL (J. W.), William Morris: An address. MYERS (F. W. H.), William Morris and the Meaning of Life; in The Nineteenth Century, January, 1893. MORE (Paul E.), Shelburne Essays, Sixth Series, 1909: William Morris.

NORTON (C. E.), The Life and Death of Jason; in The Nation, August 22, 1867. PAYNE (W. M.), Editorial Echoes, 1902. PAYNE (W. M.), Greater English Poets of the Nineteenth Century, 1907. *SAINTSBURY (G.), Corrected Impressions. *SHARP (W.), William Morris: The Man and his Work; in The Atlantic Monthly, December, 1896. SHAW (G. B.), Morris as Actor and Dramatist; in The Saturday Review, October 10, 1896. SHAW (G. B.), William Morris as a Socialist; in The Daily Chronicle, October 6, 1896. STEDMAN (E. C.), Victorian Poets. **SWINBURNE (A. C.), Essays and Studies: Morris's Life and Death of Jason. SYMONS (Arthur), Studies in two Literatures. WATTS-DUNTON (T.), William Morris; in The Athenæum, October 10, 1896. WYZEWA (T. de), Écrivains étrangers. YEATS (W. B.), Ideas of Good and Evil; The Happiest of the Poets.

BENSON (A. C.), At Large, 1908: Kelmscott and William Morris. BROOKE (S. A.), Four Victorian Poets, 1908. JACKSON (H.), William Morris, Craftsman-Socialist, 1909. OLIPHANT (Margaret), The Victorian Age. RIEGEL (Julius), Die Quellen von William Morris's Dichtung, "The Earthly Paradise," Erlanger Beiträge zur Englischen Philologie. SCUDDER (V. Ď.), Life of the Spirit in Modern English Poetry. SPARGO (J.), The Socialism of Morris, 1909.

BIBLIOGRAPHY

* SCOTT (Temple), A Bibliography of the Works of William Morris. *FORMAN (H. B.), The Books of William Morris.

MORRIS

WINTER WEATHER

WE rode together

In the winter weather

To the broad mead under the hill;

Though the skies did shiver

With the cold, the river

Ran, and was never still.

No cloud did darken
The night; we did harken

The hound's bark far away.

It was solemn midnight

In that dread, dread night,

In the years that have pass'd for aye.

Two rode beside me,

My banner did hide me,

As it drooped adown from my lance;
With its deep blue trapping,
The mail over-lapping,

My gallant horse did prance.

So ever together

In the sparkling weather
Moved my banner and lance;
And its laurel trapping,

The steel over-lapping,

The stars saw quiver and dance.

We met together

In the winter weather

By the town-walls under the hill; His mail rings came clinking,

They broke on my thinking,

For the night was hush'd and still.

Two rode beside him,

His banner did hide him,

As it drooped down straight from his lance;

With its blood-red trapping,

The mail over-lapping,

His mighty horse did prance.

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Down rain'd the buds of the dear spring weather,

The elm-tree flowers fell like tears.

There, as we roll'd and writhed together,
I threw my arms above my head,
For close by my side, in the lovely
weather,

I saw him reel and fall back dead.

I and the slayer met together,

He waited the death-stroke there in his place,

With thoughts of death, in the lovely weather,

Gapingly mazed at my madden'd face.

Madly I fought as we fought together;
In vain the little Christian band
The pagans drown'd, as in stormy
weather,

The river drowns low-lying land.

They bound my blood-stain'd hands together,

They bound his corpse to nod by my side:

Then on we rode, in the bright March

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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 the waist was I,
And deep within my breast did lie,
Though no man any blood could spy,
The truncheon of a spear.

No meat did ever pass my lips
Those days. Alas! the sunlight slips
From off the gilded parclose, dips,

And night comes on apace.

My arms lay back behind my head ;
Over my raised-up knees was spread
A samite cloth of white and red;
A rose lay on my face.

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I stept full softly up to him;
I laid my chin upon his head;
I felt him smile; my eyes did swim,
I was so glad he was not dead.

I heard Ozana murmur low.

"There comes no sleep nor any love." But Galahad stoop'd and kiss'd his brow : He shiver'd ; I saw his pale lips move.

Sir Ozana. There comes no sleep nor any love;

Ah me! I shiver with delight. I am so weak I cannot move;

God move me to thee, dear, to-night! Christ help! I have but little wit: My life went wrong; I see it writ, "Ozana of the hardy heart,

Knight of the Table Round, Pray for his soul, lords, on your part; A good knight he was found." Now I begin to fathom it.

[He dies.

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"TWIXT the sunlight and the shade Float up memories of my maid:

God, remember Guendolen !
Gold or gems she did not wear,
But her yellow rippled hair,

Like a veil, hid Guendolen !
"Twixt the sunlight and the shade,
My rough hands so strangely made,
Folded Golden Guendolen.

Hands used to grip the sword-hilt hard,
Framed her face, while on the sward

Tears fell down from Guendolen. Guendolen now speaks no word, Hands fold round about the sword: Now no more of Guendolen. Only 'twixt the light and shade Floating memories of my maid Make me pray for Guendolen.

GOLD HAIR

1856.

Is it not true that every day
She climbeth up the same strange way,
Her scarlet cloak spread broad and gay,
Over my golden hair?

When I undo the knotted mass,
Fathoms below the shadows pass
Over my hair along the grass.
O my golden hair!

See on the marble parapet,

I lean my brow, strive to forget
That fathoms below my hair grows we
With the dew, my golden hair.

See on the marble parapet,

The faint red stains with tears are wet; The long years pass, no help comes yet To free my golden hair.

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