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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
Walter de La Mare
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Walter de La Mare
Age: 83 †
Born: 1873
Born: April 25
Died: 1956
Died: June 22
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Charlton
London
Walter Ramal
Walter John de la Mare
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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
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Very old are the woods And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are-- Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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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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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
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All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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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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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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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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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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Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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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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An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.
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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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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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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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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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