The White Peacock

The White Peacock

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by Andrew H. Lawrence
     
 

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Many of the earliest books, particularly those dating back to the 1900s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. Pomona Press are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, using the original text and artwork.

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Many of the earliest books, particularly those dating back to the 1900s and before, are now extremely scarce and increasingly expensive. Pomona Press are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, using the original text and artwork.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780140182194
Publisher:
Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
04/03/1990
Series:
Cambridge Edition Texts Ser.
Pages:
432
Product dimensions:
7.00(w) x 5.00(h) x 1.00(d)

Meet the Author

D. H. Lawrence was an English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary critic and painter. He is regarded as one of the most influential writers of the 20th century. Lawrence published many novels and poetry volumes during his lifetime, including Sons and Lovers and Women in Love, but is best known for his infamous novel Lady Chatterley's Lover.

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The White Peacock 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
*glares* ((gtg))
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
U should b published
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Did you rate your own story doll?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thats a GREAT beginning
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She paints a pretty picture, But the story has a twist, Her paint brush is a razor, And her canvas is her wrist, She paints her pretty picture, In a color that's blood red, While using her sharp paint brush, She finally ends up dead. Her pretty pictures fading, Quite slowly on her arm, The blood is not racing through her, She can no longer do harm. She painted her pretty picture, But her picture had a twist, You see her mind was her razor, And her heart was her wrist.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Yall are idi.o.t.s.