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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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
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Charlton
London
Walter Ramal
Walter John de la Mare
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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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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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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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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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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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What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
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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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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
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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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Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
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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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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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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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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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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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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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An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.
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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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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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