Quotes by Walter de La Mare

Walter de La Mare

A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone.

Night

Sorrow

Sweet

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.

Eye

Gleam

Water

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.

Chinese

Lying

Men

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.

Cat

Doors

Long

An hour’s terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

Hours

Lifetime

Terror

And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.

Dark

Death

Winning

As long as I live I shall always be My Self – and no other, Just me.

Long

Self

But beauty vanishes; beauty passes; However rare rare it be; And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?

Country

Remember

West

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

Poor

Stuck

Yesterday

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

Gone

Hay

Summer

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Animal

Autumn

Blow

Brain

Bruises

Cat

Chinese

Clever

Common

Country

Dark

Death

Doors

Dream

Eye

Fashion

Flower

Fruit

Fun

Gleam

Gone

Hands

Haunting

Hay

Hours

Imagination

Kind

Kings

Lifetime

Lonely

Long

Looks

Lovely

Lovely Things

Lying

Men

Moon

Morning

Night

Pain

People

Pity

Poor

Remember

Riddle

Rose

Self

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Quotes by Walter de La Mare

Walter de La Mare

A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone.

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.

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.

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.

An hour’s terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.

As long as I live I shall always be My Self – and no other, Just me.

But beauty vanishes; beauty passes; However rare rare it be; And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?

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

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

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