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  1. The House of the Wolfings is a romantically reconstructed portrait of the lives of the Germanic Gothic tribes, written in an archaic style and incorporating a large amount of poetry. Morris combines his own idealistic views with what was actually known at the time of his subjects' folkways and language.

    • William Morris
    • 1889
  2. 4 de may. de 2005 · 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.

  3. Morris, William, 1834-1896. Collection. gutenberg. Contributor. Project Gutenberg. Language. English. Book from Project Gutenberg: The House of the Wolfings. Library of Congress Classification: PR.

  4. 1 de oct. de 2001 · Jan 1, 2021. Copyright Status. Public domain in the USA. Downloads. 444 downloads in the last 30 days. Project Gutenberg eBooks are always free! Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by volunteers.

    • William Morris
    • 1889
  5. 20 de abr. de 2021 · History. A Tale of the House of the Wolfings and All the Kindreds of the Mark is a novel by William Morris. It was the first of the author's 'prose romances', written during his last eight years. The novel was followed by The Roots of the Mountains. [1]

  6. 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.

  7. 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.