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With the arrogance of youth, I determined to do no less than to transform the world with Beauty. If I have succeeded in some small way, if only in one small corner of the world, amongst the men and women I love, then I shall count myself blessed, and blessed, and blessed, and the work goes on.
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October O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze, Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old, A-dying 'mid the autumn-scented haze That hangeth o'er the hollow in the wold, Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infold Grey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead, Wrought in dead days for men a long while dead. Come down, O love; may not our hands still meet, Since still we live today, forgetting June, Forgetting May, deeming O..
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life
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bliss
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We are only the trustees for those who come after us.
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Whiles in the early Winter eve We pass amid the gathering night Some homestead that we had to leave Years past; and see its candles bright Shine in the room beside the door Where we were merry years agone But now must never enter more, As still the dark road drives us on. E'en so the world of men may turn At even of some hurried day And see the ancient glimmer burn Across the waste that hath no way; Then with that faint light in..
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Now let us go, love, down the winding stair, With fingers intertwined...
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William Morris |
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I cannot suppose there is anybody here who would think it either a good life, or an amusing one, to sit with one's hands before one doing nothing - to live like a gentleman, as fools call it.
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William Morris |
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If others can see it as I have seen it, then it may be called a vision rather than a dream.
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William Morris |
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Let tomorrow cross its own rivers.
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William Morris |
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Let some word reach my ears and touch my heart,
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William Morris |
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Love makes clear the eyes that else would never see: "Love makes blind the eyes to all but me and thee."
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William Morris |
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The greatest foe to art is luxury, art cannot live in its atmosphere.
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William Morris |
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The majesty That from man's soul looks through his eager eyes.
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William Morris |
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Now such an one for daughter Creon had As maketh wise men fools and young men mad.
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William Morris |
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Earth, left silent by the wind of night, Seems shrunken 'neath the gray unmeasured height.
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A world made to be lost, -- A bitter life 'twixt pain and nothing tost.
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William Morris |
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I do not want art for a few, any more than education for a few, or freedom for a few.
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