William Morris

have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.

have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.

Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
The read more

Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
The bitter wind makes not the victory vain.
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.

What is this the sound and rumor? What is this that all men hear, Like the wind in hollow valleys read more

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

March: Its tree, Juniper.

March: Its tree, Juniper.

March: Its stone, Bloodstone.

March: Its stone, Bloodstone.