Irony (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Always, sweetheart, Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry, Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that ...
Always, sweetheart, Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry, Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that ...
Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies! Thou whose ...
Arise then...women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts! Whether your baptism be of water or of tears! ...
Brooding on the eightieth letter of Fors Clavigera, I speak this in memory of my grandmother, whose childhood and prime ...
1914-1916 What hast thou done, O womanhood of France, Mother and daughter, sister, sweetheart, wife, What hast thou done, amid ...
Her eyes are like the evening air, Her voice is like a rose, Her lips are like a lovely song, ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch ...
How I have felt that thing that's called 'to part', and feel it still: a dark, invincible, cruel something by ...
Why, having won her, do I woo? Because her spirit's vestal grace Provokes me always to pursue, But, spirit-like, eludes ...
For this my mother wrapped me warm, And called me home against the storm, And coaxed my infant nights to ...
I always saw, I always said If I were grown and free, I'd have a gown of reddest red As ...
Margaret Simpson was the daughter of humble parents in the county of Ayr, With a comely figure, and face of ...
The misery is greater, as I live! To know her flesh so pure, so keen her sense, That she does ...
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope, The freshness of the elder lays, the might Of manly, modern passion shall ...
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