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An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

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
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Lifetime
Hours
Better
Timidity
Terror

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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
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What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
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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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As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.
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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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What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
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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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As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.
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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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Oh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What's out into what's in.
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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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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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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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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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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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