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The House Of The Wolfings by William Morris Whiles in the early Winter eve We pass amid the gathering night Some homestead that we had to leave Years past; and see its candles bright Shine in the room beside the door Where we were merry years agone But now must never enter more, As still the dark road drives us on.
The House of the Wolfings is an older English and that took me a few pages to adjust to. But, I cut my reading teeth on the King James Bible, so it was a quick adjustment. As well, there is a lot of poetry in The House of the Wolfings, but the King James Bible is also quite poetic English, so I was able to read right on through that too.
3 de ago. de 2006 · If you enjoy/love Tolkien's works I think you will appreciate and enjoy The House of the Wolfings. Its about Germanic tribes that live in a somewhat idealistic world (somewhat alternate history though thats not at all how this was written, thankfully) in which their Houses/tribes live wonderfully combined lifestyles of wild yet civilized in a great forest until the Romans come to conquer.
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25 de ene. de 2015 · THE HOUSE OF THE WOLFINGS. A TALE OF THE HOUSE OF THE WOLFINGS AND ALL THE KINDREDS OF THE MARK WRITTEN IN PROSE AND IN VERSE. by William Morris Whiles in the early Winter eve We pass amid the gathering night Some homestead that we had to leave Years past; and see its candles bright Shine in the room beside the door Where we were merry years agone
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27 de mar. de 2012 · The House of Wolfings (1890), some argue, is a demonstration of Morris' socialism as the society described, though not an utopia, is clan-based, elects leaders and makes decisions in clan tribal meetings. Notwithstanding, it tells the story of how Thiodolf and his clan - the Wolfings - fight and vanquish the Roman invaders.
This is the custom of the kindred, and no word of mine own; I speak to thee because thou hast spoken to me, but I have no authority here, being myself but an alien. Albeit I serve the House of the Wolfings, and I love it as the hound loveth his master who feedeth him, and his master's children who play with him.
