Walter de la Mare Quotes

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It's a very odd thing—
As odd as can be—
That whatever Miss T. eats
Turns into Miss T.

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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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All but blind
In his chambered hole
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed Mole.

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"Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word," he said.

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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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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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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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Do diddle di do,
Poor Jim Jay
Got stuck fast
In Yesterday.

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Who said "Peacock Pie"?
The old king to the sparrow:
Who said "Crops are ripe"?
Rust to the harrow.

Who said, "Ay, mum's the word"?
Sexton to willow.
Who said, "Green dusk for dream?"
Moss for a pillow.

Who said, "All Time's delight
Hath she for narrow bed;
Life's troubled bubble broken"?—
That's what I said.

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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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Three jolly huntsmen,
In coats of red,
Rode their horses
Up to bed.

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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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It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.

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Ann, Ann!
Come! quick as you can!
There's a fish that talks
In the frying-pan.

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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay:
Gone is another summer's day.

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Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

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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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How shall I know that the end of things is coming?
The drummers will be drumming; the fiddlers at their thrumming;
Nuns at their beads; the mummers at their mumming;
Heaven's solemn Seraph stoopt weary o'er his summing;
The palsied fingers plucking, the way-worn feet numbing –
And the end of things coming.

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The seeds I sowed — For weeks unseen — Have pushed up pygmy Shoots of green; So frail you'd think The tiniest stone Would never let A Glimpse be shown.

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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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Wide are the meadows of night And daisies are shining there, Tossing their lovely dews, Lustrous and fair, And through these sweet fields go, Wanderers amid the stars — Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune, Saturn, Jupiter, Mars.

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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.

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Some one came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Some one came knocking,
I'm sure—sure—sure.

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Wonderful lovely there she sat,
Singing the night away,
All in the solitudinous sea
Of that there lonely bay.

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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.

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