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[This is an alternate title page for the first volume, which was inserted at the end of the last volume.—JBH]

THE

EARTHLY PARADISE

A POEM.

BY

WILLIAM MORRIS,

AUTHOR OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF JASON.

PARTS I. & II.

London: F. S. ELLIS, 33 King Street, Covent Garden.

MDCCCLXX.

[All Rights reserved.]

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[The following publisher advertisements followed the text of the poem in the original book. They are reproduced here for completeness—JBH.]

F. S. ELLIS'S PUBLICATIONS.

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MR. ROSSETTI'S POEMS.

Fourth Edition.

Now Ready, crown 8vo. in an ornamental binding, designed by the T Author. Price 12s.

POEMS. BY DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI.

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OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.

Academy.

'This book, so eagerly looked for by those who know the author by his great works in painting, has now been given to the public; nor is it easy to exaggerate the value and importance of that gift, for the book is complete and satisfactory from end to end; and in spite of the intimate connexion between one art and another, it is certainly to be wondered at that a master in the supremely difficult art of painting should have qualities which enable him to deal with the other supremely difficult one of poetry, and to do this not only with the utmost depth of feeling and thought, but also with the most complete and unfaltering mastery over its material; that he should find in its limitations and special conditions, not stumbling-blocks or fetters, but just so many pleasures, so much whetting of invention and imagination. In no poems is the spontaneous and habitual interpenetration of matter and manner, which is the essence of poetry, more complete than in these

In speaking of a book where the poems are so singularly equal in merit as this, it has been scarcely possible to do more than name the most important, and several even must remain unnamed; but it is something of a satisfaction to finish with the mentioning the "Song of the Bower," so full of passion and melody, and more like a song to be sung than any modern piece I know. To conclude, I think these lyrics, with all their other merits, the most complete of their time; no difficulty is avoided in them, no subject is treated vaguely, languidly, or heartlessly; as there is no commonplace or second-hand left in them to be atoned for by beauty of execution, so no thought is allowed to overshadow that beauty of art which compels a real poet to speak in verse and not in prose. Nor do I know what lyrics of any time are to be called great, if we are to deny that title to these.'

Fortnightly Review.

'There are no poems of the class (songs and sonnets) in English—I doubt if there be any even in Dante's Italian—so rich at once and pure. Their golden affluence of images and jewel-coloured words never once disguises the firm outline, the justice and chastity of form.

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ROSSETTI'S POEMS.—Opinions of the Press continued.

No nakedness could be more harmonious, more consummate in its fleshly sculpture, than the imperial array and ornament of this august poetry. . There has been no work of the same pitch attempted since Dante sealed up his youth in the sacred leaves of the "Vita Nuova;" and this poem of his name-child and translator is a more various and mature work of kindred genius and spirit . . . . . . . . The whole work ("Jenny") is worthy to fill its place for ever as one of the most perfect and memorable poems of an age or generation. It deals with deep and common things; with the present hour and with all time; with that which is of the instant among us, and that which has a message for all souls of men. There is just the same life-blood and breath of poetic interest in this episode of a London street and lodging as in the song of "Troy Town," and the song of "Eden Bower;" just as much and no jot more. These two songs are the masterpieces of Mr. Rossetti's magnificent lyric faculty . . . . . . . Among English-speaking poets of his age I know of none who can reasonably be said to have given higher proof of the highest qualities than Mr. Rossetti, if the qualities we rate highest in poetry be imagination, passion, thought, harmony, and variety of singing power. . . . . . If he have not the full effluence of romance, or the keen passion of human science, that give power on this hand to Morris, and on that to Browning, his work has form and voice, shapeliness and sweetness, unknown to the great analyst; it has weight and heat, gravity and intensity, wanting to the less serious and ardent work of the latest master of romance.'

The Athenæum.

'To the public in general this volume will announce a new poet. To a small, but influential circle of thinkers, its publication will be only the formal evidence of powers and accomplishments long since recognised. . . . . . . Mr. Rossetti's genius, which delights to track emotion and thought to their furthest retreats, and to grasp their most delicate and evanescent traits, leads him occasionally into the vague and obscure; but his excellencies, uncramped by the hard limitations of theory, have their rise in those universal sources from which alone great poetry is derived. His book evinces imagination, passion, vivid reality of picture, and, as may be inferred from what we have said, special subtlety in seizing the half-elusive suggestions of thought and feeling; but it has nothing which proclaims the apostle of any one-sided, and therefore temporary creed. . . .

'Of "Sister Helen," which displays the lyrical and dramatic faculties in their fusion, it would be difficult to speak too highly. The story is mediæval; in accordance with the arts of magic accepted at the time, a young girl, who has lost love and honour, slowly burns away the waxen effigy of her betrayer, in the faith that his life will waste and expire with the melting wax. The vengeance of the implacable girl, contrasted with the curiosity, deepening into terror, of her boy-brother (who reports to her the prayer for mercy sent by the victim), and the

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chorus of awe and lamentation which seems to wail round the lattice, es if the wind had been charged with a human cry, compose a picture the tragic elevation of which cannot easily be surpassed  The reader must take these examples as pledges that throughout the series he will meet with beauty as rare and suggestion as fine as we have instanced. We would direct him specially to a song, entitled, "The Woodspurge," which intervenes between the sonnets. We have no further space for comment or quotation; but we shall have written to little purpose if there be any poem in the volume to which our readers will not eagerly resort.'

Pall Mall Gazette.

'Here is a volume of poetry upon which to congratulate the public and the author; one of those volumes, coming so seldom and so welcome to the cultivated reader, that are found at a first glance to promise the delight of a new poetical experience. There is no mistaking the savour of a book of strong and new poetry of a really high kind; no confounding it wilt the milder effluence that greets us from a hundred current books of poetry, in various degrees praiseworthy, or hopeful, or accomplished; and we may say at once that it is the former and rarer savour that is assuredly in the present case to be discerned. . . . . . . . There remains a section of Mr. Rossetti's work which is perhaps most of all characteristic of his peculiar genius, and which to those having most sympathy with that genius will be especially stirring and delightful, while to the general reader its contents are likely to remain to a certain degree problematical and difficult. The last hundred pages of the volume are occupied principally with sonnets, its last division of all proclaiming the double artistic profession of the author by the heading "Sonnets for Pictures, and other Sonnets." . . . . . . . . The peculiar combination of exquisiteness with pregnancy, which is the note of Mr. Rossetti's poetical diction, enables him to put a great deal into a small space; and when one of these majestic and melodious sonnets seems obscure, as it will seem at first, the reader will almost always find, if he perseveres, that this is the obscurity not of emptiness or confusion, but of closeness and concentration.'

New Monthly Magazine.

'These poems are imbued with a philosophy of no such narrow scope as immortalises vistas and hollows, but with one which, serious and far-reaching, engenders, if the phrase be not inappropriate, a wide mental perspective within its moral horizon. The poetry is never trifling, it blows none of those aëri-typed bubbles which please the feminine even less than the effeminate mind, but is ever earnest. It bears the mark of suffering (without which, alas! how poor is human experience), but it is not the personal sorrow which is set forth, at least not until it has been cast in the universal mould. and brought out as a fitting study for all who under affliction need strength, under trial, resignation.'

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MR. MORRIS'S WORKS.

THE EARTHLY PARADISE.

A Poem in Four Parts.

(SPRING, SUMMER, AUTUMN, AND WINTER.)

Now complete in 4 Vols. crown 8vo. cl. price £2; or separately—

PARTS I. and II. (Spring and Summer) 16s.

PART III. (Autumn) 12s.

PART IV. (Winter) 12s.

These volumes contain Twenty-five Tales in Verse, viz.:

PARTS I. AND II.

THE WANDERERS.	THE LOVE OF ALCESTIS.
ATALANTA'S RACE.	THE LADY OF THE LAND.
THE MAN BORN TO BE KING.	THE SON OF CROESUS.
THE DOOM OF KING ACRISIUS.	THE WATCHING OF THE FALCON.
THE PROUD KING.
CUPID AND PSYCHE.	PYGMALION AND THE IMAGE.
THE WRITING ON THE IMAGE.	OGIER THE DANE.

PART III.

THE DEATH OF PARIS.	THE MAN WHO NEVER LAUGHED AGAIN.
THE LAND EAST OF THE SUN AND WEST OF THE MOON.	THE STORY OF RHODOPE.
ACONTIUS AND CYDIPPE.	THE LOVERS OF GUDRUN.

PART IV.

THE GOLDEN APPLES.	THE RING GIVEN TO VENUS.
THE FOSTERING OF ASLAUG.	BELLEROPHON IN LYCIA.
BELLEROPHON AT ARGOS.	THE HILL OF VENUS.

N. B.—Purchasers of Parts I. and II. in 1 vol. (as originally issued) will find a new title page for that volume in Part IV.

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Fifth Edition. Crown 8vo. cloth, price 8s.

THE

LIFE AND DEATH OF JASON.

A Poem, in Seventeen Books.

By WILLIAM MORRIS, Author of 'The Earthly Paradise.'

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NOTICES OF MR. MORRIS'S WORKS.

Times.

'Morris's "Jason" is in the purest, simplest, most idiomatic English, full of freshness, full of life, vivid in landscape, vivid in human action—worth reading at the cost of many leisure hours, even to a busy man.

'We must own that the minute attention Mr. Morris bestows on scenic details he also applies to the various phases of human emotion, and ofttimes he fills the eyes with sudden sorrowless tears of sympathy with some homely trouble aptly rendered, or elevates our thoughts with themes charming in their pure simplicity, and strong with deep pathos.'

Saturday Review.

'A thorough purity of thought and language characterises Mr. Morris, . . and "The Earthly Paradise" is thereby adapted for conveying to our wives and daughters a refined, though not diluted, version of those wonderful creations of Greek fancy which the rougher sex alone is permitted to imbibe at first hand. Yet in achieving this purification, Mr. Morris has not imparted tameness into his versions. The impress of familiarity with classic fable is stamped on his pages, and echoes of the Greek are wafted to us from afar both delicately and imperceptibly. . . . Suffice it to say, that we have enjoyed such a thorough treat in this, in every sense, rare volume, that we heartily commend it to our readers.

'OF PART III.—Those who found the charm of Mr. Morris's first volume so rare and novel that they were fain to sigh when the last page was finished, may now congratulate themselves upon the publication of a third part. Nor will they, in what is now presented to them, deem that aught of this charm is diminished through the circumstance that style and manner are no longer novel.'

The Athenæum.

'It may be doubted whether any poet of our day equals Mr. Morris in enabling his readers to see the objects which are presented to him. It is certain, however, that this power has never been displayed on so large a scale by any contemporary. A word or two should be said on the brief descriptions of the months, and upon the musings of the wanderers, both of which intervene between the respective stories. Of these the former afford relief, by fresh and graphic glimpses, of the passing seasons, and the latter are written in a sweet and pensive vein, which, after the stir and interest of the narrative portion, floats to the ear like music caught from sea in the momentary lull of the billows.'

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NOTICES OF MR. MORRIS'S WORKS.—Continued.

THE EARTHLY PARADISE.

OF PART III.—'A volume which, in its treatment of human motives and feelings, displays, we think, higher qualities than the writer has yet exhibited, and which in its painting of external scenes has that admirable fusion of the real and ideal which we have praised heretofore.'

Pall Mall Gazette.

The book must be read by any one who wishes to know what it is like; and few will read it without recognising its author for a poet who has struck a new vein, and who preferring his art above popularity, has achieved a work which will yet be popular wherever true poetry is understood.

OF PART III: 'In the noble story of "Gudrun" this (dramatic) power is well sustained throughout, and in versifying this Saga, Mr. Morris has added a genuine and pathetic vitality to the characters of the ill-starred heroine of Olaf and Oswif, Kiartan and Bodli, Ingibiorg and Refna. This poem, taken altogether, the most ambitious that Mr. Morris has yet produced, is well worth a careful analysis, which, however, we have no space to give it.'

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THE STORY OF GRETTIR THE STRONG.

Translated from the Icelandic of the Grettis Saga (one of the most remarkable prose works of ancient Icelandic Literature),

By W. MORRIS AND E. MAGNÚSSON.

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The Guardian.

'We have only lately been made aware of the treasures of poetry which lie hid in Icelandic literature. . . These are Homeric in their force and truth and simplicity; and they have the advantage to English readers of setting forth a form of life which, in spite of its rudeness and fierceness, is much more intelligible and akin to our own notions than that of the warriors on the plains of Troy. The "Story of Grettir the Strong" is an excellent sample of these. . . . . . All sorts of wild and romantic adventures intervene; and the homely northern life, with its farming and fighting and feasting, and its singular respect, in the midst of all its violence, for recognised law, comes out with wonderful distinctness. The Saga has, moreover, enjoyed the great advantage of having a poet for its translator. Under the skilful hands of Mr. William Morris the vigour and directness of the original has not been allowed to evaporate.'

Saturday Review.

'The translator's work has been admirably done; the English may fairly be called faultless; and it is no slight satisfaction to read a book in which everything is expressed in the fittest phrase, and in which we feel no temptation to stake any verbal changes.'

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Now ready, crown 8vo. in an ornamental binding designed for the Author, price 12s.

THE STORY OF THE VOLSUNGS AND NIBLUNGS.

With Songs translated from the Elder Edda.

By WILLIAM MORRIS and E. MAGNÚSSON.

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The Athenæum.

'The name of the author of "Jason" and "The Earthly Paradise" is in itself enough to draw our eyes with respect and expectation to this book. It is the first English translation of a famous Icelandic Saga or heroic romance, the original prose of which was composed, probably, in the twelfth century, from floating traditions and from songs and fragments of songs. . . . . . . This "Volsunga Saga" is the Icelandic version of the famous story, which has been called the Iliad of Northern Europe Every student of popular legendary lore will find this faithful and fine translation highly valuable, and it is, moreover, a thing to be grateful for as a permanent accession to English literature. . . . . . . To conclude a notice which our space will not allow us to enlarge, we trust this strange old story, in its present dress, will find readers. The English, although we should say too elaborately and obtrusively archaic, is, on the whole, noble and pure—a marvel in these hasty days of novel and newspaper.'

Pall Mall Gazette.

'A work like this entitles its authors to a place of honour among those labouring at that revival of the past, which is the great intellectual task of our time. . . . . . . It is in the central incident of Brynhild's wrath and Sigurd's murder that the real greatness of the work lies. A real human sentiment finds in this place an utterance signally impressive—the sentiment of blind despair, the bitterness burning into rage, that arise out of the relations of a man and woman loving one another, but with the life of each fatally given where love is not. . . . . . . In the rendering of these poems (of which others are fine, although this is the finest) our authors have been distinctly felicitous with their short and unrhymed anapœstic metre, into which they have succeeded in throwing an amount of fire and modulation such as would scarcely have been looked for.'

'So draw ye mend and hearken, English folk,
   Unto the best tale pity ever wrought!
 Of how from dark to dark bright Sigurd broke:
   Of Brynhild's glorious soul with love distraught;
   Of Gundrun's weary wandering unto nought,
 Of utter love defeated utterly;
 Of grief too strong to give Love time to die!'

                                 From the Prologue in Verse, by Mr. Morris.

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THE VOIAGE AND TRAVAILE OF

SIR JOHN MAUNDEVILE, KT.

A.D. 1322-46.

Which Treateth of the Way to Hierusalem; and of the Marvayles of Inde, with other Ilands and Countryes.

Illustrated with 72 most curious Wood Engravings. Originally Printed in English by Richard Pynson.

NOW REPRINTED, WITH AN INTRODUCTION, NOTES, AND A GLOSSARY.

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'Wherever English, in its early, robust, manly form, is read, Sir John Maundevile is admired. His humble piety, his solemn reverence for the holy places which he visited, his simple faith in all he heard, his acute observation of what he actually saw, his self-sacrifice, his devotion, his credulity, his firm faith, his long endurance, appear in almost every page, and make his volume not only the earliest, but one of the noblest of its class.'

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'COMMONPLACE:' A TALE OF TO-DAY,

AND OTHER STORIES.

By CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI, Author of 'Goblin Market.'

The Athenæum.

'Miss Rossetti's volume of tales appears most opportunely. Many of the readers of "Lothair" are at this time longing for some more homely fiction with which to refresh their jaded faculties after the perusal of Mr. Disraeli's somewhat tawdry romance. To all such persons we recommend "Commonplace." Nothing could be more striking than the contrast. While "Lothair" abounds in startling incidents, to which Mr. Disraeli in vain attempts to give an air of reality by frequent allusion to the events of the day, and to the personal characteristics of individuals, Miss Rossetti contrives out of the most ordinary incidents of commonplace life to produce a realistic fiction more absorbing in its interest than any sensational novel. The book, as a whole, is sufficient to establish Miss Rossetti's claim to a place in the list of successful female writers of fiction. We sincerely hope that it will not be long before she produces another volume of tales in the sane style.'

Literary Churchman.

'The stories entirely belie the name which stands as title to the volume. They are altogether the reverse of commonplace, being graceful and delicately worked-out tales of a very refined and superior order. One of them, "Hero," is a charming fairy-tale on the old subject of the vanity of human wishes. Another, "The Waves of this Troublesome World," is full of true and natural pathos. Altogether we can heartily recommend it to our friends.'

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LONDON:

F. S. ELLIS, 33 KING STREET, COVENT GARDEN.