The White Peacock

The White Peacock

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by D. H. Lawrence
     
 

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The Cambridge edition of The White Peacock faithfully recovers Lawrence's words and punctuation.

Overview

The Cambridge edition of The White Peacock faithfully recovers Lawrence's words and punctuation.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780521294270
Publisher:
Cambridge University Press
Publication date:
02/28/2002
Series:
Cambridge Edition of the Works of D. H. Lawrence Series
Edition description:
Illustrate
Pages:
508
Product dimensions:
5.43(w) x 8.50(h) x 1.14(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.

Brief Biography

Date of Birth:
September 11, 1885
Date of Death:
March 2, 1930
Place of Birth:
Eastwood, Nottinghamshire, England
Place of Death:
Vence, France
Education:
Nottingham University College, teacher training certificate, 1908

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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))
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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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.