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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.

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
Silence
Keep
Mind
Really
Catalogue
World
Catalogues
Counts
Goods
Motivational

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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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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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As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.
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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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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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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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An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.
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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 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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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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We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
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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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