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That David Herbert Lawrence is actually a man of realistic, insightful fiction shows best in his novels. And when it comes to short fiction, he tends to preserve not only the essence of his fictional wordsmithy but also the style. First published in 1922, "England, My England", a collection of ten short stories by Lawrence is an example.Most of the stories were written against the backdrop of the World War I, taking war and its destruction as its main concern.If you are a Lawrence fan, this book will surely not fail in touching you. If you haven’t read his fiction before, you may be left wondering or confused at times. Yet, all will be able to see how Lawrence breaks away from the traditional style of story-telling of his time.

England, My England is a collection of short stories by D. H. Lawrence. Individual items were originally written between 1913 and 1921, many of them against the background of World War I. Most of these versions were placed in magazines or periodicals. Ten were later selected and extensively revised by Lawrence for the England, My England volume. This was published on 24 October 1922 by Thomas Seltzer in the US. The first UK edition was published by Martin Secker in 1924.

Includes Blind Man; England, My England; Fanny and Annie; Horse Dealer's Daughter; Monkey Nuts; Primrose Path; Samson and Delilah; Tickets, Please; Wintry Peacock; You Touched Me England, My England is a collection of stories by published by D.H. Lawrence in 1922. Most of the stories were written against the backdrop of the World War I. Taking war and its destruction as its main concern, the collection contains stories like, The Blind Man, The Horse-Dealer's Daughter, which is the story of young doctor who rescues a girl from drowning, and England, My England, in which Egbert, an effete aristocrat who, in his effort to reassert his masculinity, is killed in the war.

He was working on the edge of the common, beyond the small brook that ran in the dip at the bottom of the garden, carrying the garden path in continuation from the plank bridge on to the common. He had cut the rough turf and bracken, leaving the grey, dryish soil bare. But he was worried because he could not get the path straight, there was a pleat between his brows. He had set up his sticks, and taken the sights between the big pine trees, but for some reason everything seemed wrong. He looked again, straining his keen blue eyes, that had a touch of the Viking in them, through the shadowy pine trees as through a doorway, at the green-grassed garden-path rising from the shadow of alders by the log bridge up to the sunlit flowers. Tall white and purple columbines, and the butt-end of the old Hampshire cottage that crouched near the earth amid flowers, blossoming in the bit of shaggy wildness round about...

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England, My England is a collection of short stories by D. H. Lawrence. Individual items were originally written between 1913 and 1921, many of them against the background of World War I. Most of these versions were placed in magazines or periodicals. Ten were later selected and extensively revised by Lawrence for the England, My England volume. This was published on 24 October 1922 by Thomas Seltzer in the US. The first UK edition was published by Martin Secker in 1924.

He was working on the edge of the common, beyond the small brook that ran in the dip at the bottom of the garden, carrying the garden path in continuation from the plank bridge on to the common. He had cut the rough turf and bracken, leaving the grey, dryish soil bare. But he was worried because he could not get the path straight, there was a pleat between his brows. He had set up his sticks, and taken the sights between the big pine trees, but for some reason everything seemed wrong. He looked again, straining his keen blue eyes, that had a touch of the Viking in them, through the shadowy pine trees as through a doorway, at the green-grassed garden-path rising from the shadow of alders by the log bridge up to the sunlit flowers. Tall white and purple columbines, and the butt-end of the old Hampshire cottage that crouched near the earth amid flowers, blossoming in the bit of shaggy wildness round about.

because he could not get the path straight, there was a pleat between his brows. He had set up his sticks, and taken the sights between the big pine trees, but for some reason everything seemed wrong. He looked again, straining his keen blue eyes, that had a touch of the Viking in them, through the shadowy pine trees as through a doorway, at the green-grassed garden-path rising from the shadow of alders by the log bridge up to the sunlit flowers. Tall white and purple columbines, and the butt-end of the old Hampshire cottage that crouched near the earth amid flowers, blossoming in the bit of shaggy wildness round about