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    Bay: “This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. ”
    Bay: “This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. ”
    Bay: “This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. ”
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    Bay: “This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. ”

    By D. H. Lawrence

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    For many of us DH Lawrence was a schoolboy hero. Who can forget sniggering in class at the mention of ‘Women In Love’ or ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’? Lawrence was a talented if nomadic writer whose novels were passionately received, suppressed at times and generally at odds with Establishment values. This of course did not deter him. At his death in 1930 at the young age of 44 he was more often thought of as a pornographer but in the ensuing years he has come to be more rightly regarded as one of the most imaginative writers these shores have produced. As well as his novels he was also a masterful poet (he wrote over 800 of them), a travel writer as well as an author of many classic short stories. Here we publish his poetry collection ‘Bay’. Once again Lawrence shows his hand as a brilliant writer. Delving into situations and peeling them back to reveal the inner heart.

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    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateSep 12, 2014
    ISBN9781783941407
    Bay: “This is the very worst wickedness, that we refuse to acknowledge the passionate evil that is in us. ”
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    D. H. Lawrence

    David Herbert Lawrence was born on 11th September 1881 in Eastwood, a small mining village in Nottinghamshire, in the English Midlands. Despite ill health as a child and a comparatively disadvantageous position in society, he became a teacher in 1908, and took up a post in a school in Croydon, south of London. His first novel, The White Peacock, was published in 1911, and from then until his death he wrote feverishly, producing poetry, novels, essays, plays travel books and short stories, while travelling around the world, settling for periods in Italy, New Mexico and Mexico. He married Frieda Weekley in 1914 and died of tuberculosis in 1930.

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      Bay - D. H. Lawrence

      D H Lawrence - Bay

      To Cynthia Asquith

      For many of us DH Lawrence was a schoolboy hero. Who can forget sniggering in class at the mention of ‘Women In Love’ or ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’?   Lawrence was a talented if nomadic writer whose novels were passionately received, suppressed at times and generally at odds with Establishment values.  This of course did not deter him.  

      At his death in 1930 at the young age of 44 he was more often thought of as a pornographer but in the ensuing years he has come to be more rightly regarded as one of the most imaginative writers these shores have produced. 

      As well as his novels he was also a masterful poet (he wrote over 800 of them), a travel writer as well as an author of many classic short stories. 

      Here we publish his poetry collection ‘Bay’. Once again Lawrence shows his hand as a brilliant writer. Delving into situations and peeling them back to reveal the inner heart.

      Index Of Contents

      GUARDS

      THE LITTLE TOWN AT EVENING

      LAST HOURS

      TOWN

      AFTER THE OPERA

      GOING BACK

      ON THE MARCH

      BOMBARDMENT

      WINTER-LULL

      THE ATTACK

      OBSEQUIAL ODE

      SHADES

      BREAD UPON THE WATERS

      RUINATION

      RONDEAU

      TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN

      WAR-BABY

      NOSTALGIA

      COLOPHON

      DH LAWRENCE – A SHORT BIOGRAPHY

      DH LAWRENCE – A CONCISE BIBLIOGRAPHY

      GUARDS!

      A Review in Hyde Park 1913.

      The Crowd Watches.

      Where the trees rise like cliffs, proud and

      blue-tinted in the distance,

      Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey-

      green park

      Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of

      guards

      Smouldering with darkened busbies

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