Walter de la Mare quotes

What lovely things Thy hand hath made. (Walter de la Mare)
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. View quote
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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.”. View quote
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What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky. View quote
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Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed. View quote
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All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole. View quote
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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? View quote
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Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose. View quote
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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. View quote
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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon. View quote
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So, blind to Someone I must be. (Walter de la Mare)
We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie. View quote
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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. View quote
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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. View quote
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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day. View quote
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"Is anybody there?" said the Traveler, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest's ferny floor. View quote
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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... View quote
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It's a very odd thing&mdas; As odd as can be- That whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T. View quote
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Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers. View quote
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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. View quote
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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. (Walter de la Mare)
Softly along the road of evening, In a twilight dim with rose, Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew Old Nod, the shepherd, goes. View quote
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Wonderful lovely there she sat, Singing the night away, All in the solitudinous sea Of that there lonely bay. View quote
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A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay. View quote
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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour-let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing. View quote
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