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What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.

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
Incessant
Northern
Soldiers
Snow
Soldier
Sky
World

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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
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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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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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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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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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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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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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All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
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For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there That music, remote, forlorn.
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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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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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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
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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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Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
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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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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
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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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