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Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
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
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Charlton
London
Walter Ramal
Walter John de la Mare
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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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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
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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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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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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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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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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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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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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
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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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As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.
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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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Without imagination of the one kind or of the other, mortal existence is indeed a dreary and prosaic business... Illumined by the imagination, our life, whatever its defeats - is a never-ending unforeseen strangeness and adventure and mystery.
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Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
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What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
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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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As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.
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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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