Maxioms by William Morris
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.
O thrush, your song is passing sweet,
But never a song that you have sung
Is half read more
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.
The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.
The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.
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.
