William Morris Quotes

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What is this, the sound and rumour? What is this that all men hear,
Like the wind in hollow valleys when the storm is drawing near,
Like the rolling on of ocean in the eventide of fear?
'Tis the people marching on.

William Morris
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

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It is right and necessary that all men should have work to do which shall be worth doing, and be of itself pleasant to do; and which should be done under such conditions as would make it neither over-wearisome nor over-anxious.

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It has become an article of the creed of modern morality that all labour is good in itself -- a convenient belief to those who live on the labour of others. But as to those on whom they live, I recommend them not to take it on trust, but to look into the matter a little deeper.

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If art which is now sick is to live and not die, it must in the future be of the people, for the people, by the people; it must understand all and be understood by all.

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Art made by the people for the people, as a joy to the maker and the user,

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And at the corners stood great linden-trees, Hummed over by innumerable bees.

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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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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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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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As to the garden, it seems to me its chief fruit is-blackbirds.

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There is no excuse for doing anything which is not strikingly beautiful.

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Rest here awhile, not yet the eve is still, The bees are wandering yet, and you may hear The barley mowers on the trenched hill, The sheep-bells, and the restless changing weir, All little sounds made musical and clear Beneath the sky that burning August gives...

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Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant; Life we have loved, through green leaf and through sere, Though still the less we knew of its intent.

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If i were asked to say what is at once the most important production of Art and the thing most to be longed for, I should answer, A beautiful House.

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I half wish that I had not been born with a sense of romance and beauty in this accursed age.

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All rooms ought to look as if they were lived in, and to have so to say, a friendly welcome ready for the incomer.

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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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In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.

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Ornamental pattern work, to be raised above the contempt of reasonable men, must possess three qualities: beauty, imagination and order.

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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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A world made to be lost, —
A bitter life 'twixt pain and nothing tost.

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Love is enough: have no thought for tomorrow
If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain,
Ye who have paid for your bliss with great sorrow...

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Soon there will be nothing left except the lying dreams of history, the miserable wreckage of our museums and picture-galleries, and the carefully guarded interiors of our aesthetic drawing-rooms, unreal and foolish, fitting witnesses of the life of corruption that goes on there, so pinched and meagre and cowardly, with its concealment and ignoring, rather than restraint of, natural longings; which does not forbid the greedy indulgence in them if it can but be decently hidden.

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Ye know not how void is your hope and your living:
Depart with your helping lest yet ye undo me!
Ye know not that at nightfall she draweth near to me,
There is soft speech between us and words of forgiving
Till in dead of the midnight her kisses thrill through me.
— Pass by me and harken, and waken me not!

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Till again shall the change come, and words your lips say not
Your hearts make all plain in the best wise they would
And the world ye thought waning is glorious and good...

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I have said as much as that the aim of art was to destroy the curse of labour by making work the pleasurable satisfaction of our impulse towards energy, and giving to that energy hope of producing something worth its exercise.

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By God! I will not tell you more to-day, Judge any way you will - what matters it?

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What is an artist but a workman who is determined that, whatever else happens, his work shall be excellent?

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Between complete socialism and communism there is no difference whatever in my mind.Communism is in fact the completion of socialism; when that ceases to be militant and becomes triumphant, it will be communism.

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