Morris, William Atalanta's Race and The Proud King (from the Earthly Paradise) Longmans, Green and Co., London, New York, Bombay, and Calcutta, 1912, Decorative Cloth, , , Very Good /No Jacket
Longmans' Class-Books of English Literature. Edited with an introduction adn notes for the use of schools and colleges. Handsome orange book with black stamped design. Spine a bit dull. Two poems in rhyme royal. 'Short was the way unto such winged feet, / Quickly she gained upon him till at last / He turned about her eager eyes to meet / And from his hand the third fair apple cast. / She wavered not, but turned and ran so fast / After the prize that should her bliss fulfil, / That in her hand it lay ere it was still.'
Slayer of winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain,
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.
Welcome, O March! whose kindly days and dry
Make April ready for the throstle's song,
Thou first redresser of the winter's wrong!
Yea, welcome, March! and though I die ere June,
Yet for the hope of life I give thee praise,
Striving to swell the burden of the tune
That even now I hear thy brown birds raise,
Unmindful of the past or coming days;
Who sing, "O joy! a new year is begun!
What happiness to look upon the sun!"
O, what begetteth all this storm of bliss,
But Death himself, who, crying solemnly,
Even from the heart of sweet Forgetfulness,
Bids us, "Rejoice! lest pleasureless ye die.
Within a little time must ye go by.
Stretch forth your open hands, and, while ye live,
Take all the gifts that Death and Life may give."