A helping of Morris
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primsongFor verse Thursday, a sampling paragraph of William Morris, from The Well at the World's End...
In a little while the rocks of the pass closed about them, leaving but a way so narrow that they could see a glimmer of the stars above them as they rode the twilight: no sight they had of the measureless stony desert, yet in their hearts they saw it....
Ralph found some shelter in the cleft of a rock above a mound where was little grass for the horses. He drew Ursula into it, and they sat down there on the stones together. So long they sat silent that a great gloom settled upon Ralph, and he scarce knew whether he were asleep or waking, alive or dead. But amidst of it fell a sweet voice on his ears, and familiar words asking him of what like where the fields of Upmeads, and the flowers; and the fish of its water, and of the fashion of the building of his father's house and of his brethren, and the mother that bore him. Then was it to him at first as if a sweet dream had come across the void of his gloom, and then at last the gloom and the dread and the deadness left him, and he knew that his friend and fellow was talking to him, and that he sat by her knee to knee and the sweetness of her savoured in his nostrils as she leaned her face toward him, and he knew himself for what he was; and yet for memory of that past horror, and the sweetness of his friend and what not else, he fell a-weeping.
Who would have ever thought run-on sentences could be so lovely? This was almost randomly chosen from a recently read chapter, it is the flavor of the entire work.
In a little while the rocks of the pass closed about them, leaving but a way so narrow that they could see a glimmer of the stars above them as they rode the twilight: no sight they had of the measureless stony desert, yet in their hearts they saw it....
Ralph found some shelter in the cleft of a rock above a mound where was little grass for the horses. He drew Ursula into it, and they sat down there on the stones together. So long they sat silent that a great gloom settled upon Ralph, and he scarce knew whether he were asleep or waking, alive or dead. But amidst of it fell a sweet voice on his ears, and familiar words asking him of what like where the fields of Upmeads, and the flowers; and the fish of its water, and of the fashion of the building of his father's house and of his brethren, and the mother that bore him. Then was it to him at first as if a sweet dream had come across the void of his gloom, and then at last the gloom and the dread and the deadness left him, and he knew that his friend and fellow was talking to him, and that he sat by her knee to knee and the sweetness of her savoured in his nostrils as she leaned her face toward him, and he knew himself for what he was; and yet for memory of that past horror, and the sweetness of his friend and what not else, he fell a-weeping.
Who would have ever thought run-on sentences could be so lovely? This was almost randomly chosen from a recently read chapter, it is the flavor of the entire work.
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Date: 2005-12-01 04:13 pm (UTC)*le sigh* Lovely. :)
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