D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). Amores. 1916.
Index of First Lines
- A big bud of moon hangs out of the twilight
- Acrid scents of autumn, The
- A faint, sickening scent of irises
- Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom
- Always, sweetheart
- As a drenched, drowned bee
- At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night
- A wind comes from the north
- A yellow leaf from the darkness
- Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind
- Darkness steals the forms of all the queens, The
- Earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over, The
- Five old bells, The
- Had I but known yesterday
- Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness
- Hoar-frost crumbles in the sun, The
- Hollow rang the house when I knocked on the door
- How many times, like lotus lilies risen
- If I could have put you in my heart
- I have fetched the tears up out of the little wells
- I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill
- I listen to the stillness of you
- I look at the swaling sunset
- It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane
- I will give you all my keys
- I wonder, can the night go by
- I wonder if with you, as it is with me
- Many years have I still to burn, detained
- Moon is broken in twain, and half a moon, The
- Mournfully to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving
- My little love, my darling
- My love looks like a girl to-night
- My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes
- Now and again
- Now I am all
- Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard
- Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping
- Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips
- Patience, little Heart
- Pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters, The
- Quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, The
- Reject me not if I should say to you
- Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind
- See the stars, love
- She bade me follow to her garden, where
- Shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, The
- Sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window, The
- Since I lost you I am silence-haunted
- Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near
- Since you did depart
- Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird
- This is the last of all, this is the last!
- This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green
- Too far away, oh love, I know
- When along the pavement
- When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass
- When you went, how was it you carried with you
- Why does the thin grey strand
- Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow
- Yours is the shame and sorrow