The White Peacock

The White Peacock

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by D. H. Lawrence
     
 

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The White Peacock is a novel by the famous writer D. H. Lawrence. The novel involves themes of mismatched marriage and the damage they can cause in the no man's land between town and country. Featuring famous descriptions of nature and the impact of the industrial revolution on the countryside. Many of the earliest books, particularly those dating back to the 1900s

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The White Peacock is a novel by the famous writer D. H. Lawrence. The novel involves themes of mismatched marriage and the damage they can cause in the no man's land between town and country. Featuring famous descriptions of nature and the impact of the industrial revolution on the countryside. 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:
9781447486268
Publisher:
Read Books Ltd.
Publication date:
04/16/2013
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
368
File size:
1 MB

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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
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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.