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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
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Goods
Motivational
Silence
Keep
Mind
Really
Catalogue
World
Catalogues

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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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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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As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.
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Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
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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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We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
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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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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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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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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.
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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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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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