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Walter De La Mare Inspirational Quotes (38)

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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there That music, remote, forlorn.
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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone.
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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
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The only catalogue of this world's goods that really counts is that which we keep in the silence of the mind.
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The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse. In the dewy fields the cattle lie Chewing the cud 'neath a fading sky Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
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Poor tired Tim! It's sad for him He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do.
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We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
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What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.
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And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.
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After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.
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All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.
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But beauty vanishes beauty passes However rare rare it be And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?
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His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars, Rest, rest, and rest again.
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Without imagination of the one kind or of the other, mortal existence is indeed a dreary and prosaic business... Illumined by the imagination, our life, whatever its defeats - is a never-ending unforeseen strangeness and adventure and mystery.
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What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
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Very old are the woods And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are-- Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
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A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace.
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All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
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Hi! handsome hunting man Fire your little gun. Bang! Now the animal is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!
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