Atalanta’s Race (William Morris Poems)
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that's bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
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