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As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.

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
Shall
Live
Self
Long
Always

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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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Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
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What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
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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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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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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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Poor tired Tim! It's sad for him He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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