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Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.

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
Late
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Flowers
Fruit
Soon
Flower

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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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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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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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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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What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.
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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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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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As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.
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