Coldness in Love, by D. H. Lawrence
And you remember, in the afternoon
The sea an...
And you remember, in the afternoon
The sea an...
I saw the midlands
Revolve through her hair;
...
THE quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leapin...
(Peter Ronsard Loquitur) "Heigho!" yawned one ...
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut t...
I know a country laced with roads,
They join ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love,...
Fragments 91, 92, 99, 106, 104, 103, 100,...
Children astray to their mothers, and goats to...
I YOU'LL take back your Grand Duke?
I made th...
In Memory of My Brother, John Wordsworth, Com...
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affecti...
'Tis eight o'clock, a clear March night,
The ...
On his morning rounds the Master
Goes to learn...
I In distant countries have I been,
And yet...
Nay, Traveller! Rest. This lonely Yew-tree sta...
A Pastoral Poem If from the public way you tur...
It seems a day
(I...
A Pastoral The dew was falling fast, the star...
A Pastoral Ballad The fields which with coveto...
Pleasures newly found are sweet
When they lie ...
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
When, to the attractions of the busy world,
...
From yonder wool-mark blue-eyed Eve proceed:
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