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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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Timidity
Terror
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Lifetime
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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.
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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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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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What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
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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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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 long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.
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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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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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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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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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God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.
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Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
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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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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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Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
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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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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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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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