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What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.

Walter de La Mare

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Walter de La Mare
Age: 83 †
Born: 1873
Born: April 25
Died: 1956
Died: June 22
Novelist
Poet
Prosaist
Writer
Charlton
London
Walter Ramal
Walter John de la Mare
Inescapable
Haunting
Riddle
Life

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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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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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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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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.
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Now that cleverness was the fashion most people were clever - even perfect fools and cleverness after all was often only a bore: all head and no body
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A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.
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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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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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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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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
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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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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
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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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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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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
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Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
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