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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
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Charlton
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Walter John de la Mare
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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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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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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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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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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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We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
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What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
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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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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.
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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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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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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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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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As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.
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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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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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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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