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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
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Charlton
London
Walter Ramal
Walter John de la Mare
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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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God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.
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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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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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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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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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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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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 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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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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What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
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What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
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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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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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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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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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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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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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