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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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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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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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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
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What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
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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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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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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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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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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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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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He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.
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As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.
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Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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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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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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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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