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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!

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
Little
Gun
Creep
Done
Drink
Bang
Men
Dead
Bangs
Fun
Creeps
Fire
Handsome
Animal
Hunting
Sleep
Leap
Nevermore
Littles
Dumb
Peep

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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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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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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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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 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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All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
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What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
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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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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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As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.
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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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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
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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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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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God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.
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We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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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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