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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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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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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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All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
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Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
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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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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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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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We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
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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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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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What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
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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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God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.
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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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