A Love Song (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Reject me not if I should say to you I do forget the sounding of your voice, I do forget ...
Reject me not if I should say to you I do forget the sounding of your voice, I do forget ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their ...
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
I rose at night and visited The Cave of the Unborn, And crowding shapes surrounded me For tidings of the ...
He must have anguished suffered so greatly not just the insults the whips the crown of thorns even the cross ...
Hearing her words, her voice anguished, tired, spent, seeking justice, from her view unification with her babies, her grandchildren, caught ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
It is what recurs that we believe, your face not at one moment looking sideways up at me anguished or ...
Industrious, affable, having brain on fire, Henry perplexed himself; others gave up; good girls gave in; geography was hard on ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
THE WARMTH of life is quenched with bitter frost; Upon the lonely road a child limps by Skirting the frozen ...
Sombre the night is. And though we have our lives, we know What sinister threat lies there. Dragging these anguished ...
Never, never again? Not on nights filled with quivering stars, or during dawn's maiden brightness or afternoons of sacrifice? Or ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
Patience, little Heart. One day a heavy, June-hot woman Will enter and shut the door to stay. And when your ...
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