Title: Sons and Lovers  Author: David Herbert Lawrence  Introduction: John Macy Subjects: Autobiography; Classic; Fiction It is...

The frost has settled down upon the trees  And ruthlessly strangled off the fantasies  Of leaves that have gone unnoticed, swept l...

The five old bells  Are hurrying and eagerly calling,  Imploring, protesting  They know, but clamorously falling  Into gabblin...

Now and again  All my body springs alive,  And the life that is polarised in my eyes,  That quivers between my eyes and mouth,  ...

You, if you were sensible,  When I tell you the stars flash signals, each one dreadful,  You would not turn and answer me  "...

How gorgeous that shock of red lilies, and larkspur cleaving  All with a flash of blue!--when will she be leaving  Her room, where...

I. Into the shadow-white chamber silts the white  Flux of another dawn. The wind that all night  Long has waited restless, sud...

Round the house were lilacs and strawberries  And foal-foots spangling the paths,  And far away on the sand-hills, dewberries  Caugh...

The moon is broken in twain, and half a moon  Before me lies on the still, pale floor of the sky;  The other half of the broken co...

I thought he was dumb, I said he was dumb, Yet I've heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life's unfathomable da...

Last night a thief came to me  And struck at me with something dark.  I cried, but no one could hear me,  I lay dumb and stark. 

The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping,  Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame;  Above them, exultant, the pee-wit...

My little love, my darling,  You were a doorway to me;  You let me out of the confines  Into this strange countrie,  Where peo...

I have fetched the tears up out of the little wells,  Scooped them up with small, iron words,  Dripping over the runnels.  The...

Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom  The shrouded mother of a new idea, men hide their faces,  Cry out and fen...

In another country, black poplars shake themselves over a pond,  And rooks and the rising smoke-waves scatter and wheel from the works b...

Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping,  Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping  To sight, revealing a s...

There's four men mowing down by the river; I can hear the sound of the scythe strokes, four Sharp breaths swishing:—yea, but I...

Since you did depart  Out of my reach, my darling,  Into the hidden,  I see each shadow start  With recognition, and I  Am w...

Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness,  Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty;  Yea, and her mouth's prudent and...