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 ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
With beasts and gods, above, the wall is bright. The child's head, bent to the book-colored shelves, Is slow and ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
I Last year I called this world of gain-givings The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly If my own land could ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
I There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame, When unto them in the Long, Long ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance, Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant ...
On my desk, a set of labels or a synopsis of leeks, blanched by the sun and trailing their roots ...
No longer torn by what she knows And sees within the eyes of others, Her doubts are when the daylight ...
Last year we fought by the head-stream of the Sang-kan, This year we are fighting on the Tsung-ho road. We ...
In Benidorm there are melons, Whole donkey-carts full Of innumerable melons, Ovals and balls, Bright green and thumpable Laced over ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
Today your things depart. Your faience cup fell off the table at sunrise and cracked. Your old grey dog did ...
'Twas in the United States of America some years ago An aged father sat at his fireside with his heart ...
If Mary had known When she held her Babe's hands in her own Little hands that were tender and white ...
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