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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
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Fruit
Soon
Flower
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An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.
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What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
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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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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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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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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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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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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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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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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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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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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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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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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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