Walter de La Mare Quotes - Page 2

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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.

  Walter de La Mare

  Motivational, Silence, Mind

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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.

  Walter de La Mare

  Men, Wind, Rose

  The Listeners and Other Poems (1912) "All That's Past"

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

  Walter de La Mare

  Sky, Snow, Soldier

  'Napoleon' (1906)

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• We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.

  Walter de La Mare

  Lying, Sleep, Days Gone By

  Walter De La Mare (2007). “The Listeners and Other Poems”, p.34, Wildside Press LLC

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

  Walter de La Mare

  Horse, Bed, Three

  Walter de la Mare, “The Huntsmen”

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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.

  Walter de La Mare

  Stars, Pain, Water

  Walter De La Mare (2007). “The Listeners and Other Poems”, p.19, Wildside Press LLC

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

  Walter de La Mare

  Moles, Four, Blind

  Walter De la Mare (2007). “Down-Adown-Derry”, p.64, Juniper Grove

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

  Walter de La Mare

  Men, Iron, Feet

  'The Listeners' (1912)

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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?

  Walter de La Mare

  Country, West, Remember

  'Epitaph' (1912)

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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.

  Walter de La Mare

  Struggle, Trouble, Pity

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

  Walter de La Mare

  Summer, Hay, Gone

  Walter De la Mare (1920). “Collected Poems, 1901-1918”

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

  Walter de La Mare

  Yesterday, Poor, Stuck

  Walter De la Mare (1930). “Poems for children”

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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.

  Walter de La Mare

  Eye, Water, Gleam

  Walter De la Mare (1932). “Old rhymes and new”

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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.

  Walter de La Mare

  Sweet, Night, Sorrow

  'The Ghost' (1918)

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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.

  Walter de La Mare

  Summer, Lying, Cat

  Walter De la Mare (1920). “Collected Poems, 1901-1918”

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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.

  Walter de La Mare

  Morning, Tired, Long

  Walter De la Mare (1930). “Poems for children”

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• His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern star Beneath his cap of sable shine. His right hand, bared of leathern glove, Hangs open like an iron gin, You stoop to see his pulses move, To hear the blood sweep out and in. He looks some king, so solitary In earnest thought he seems to stand, As if across a lonely sea He gazed impatient of the land. Out of the noisy centuries The foolish and the fearful fade; Yet burn unquenched these warrior eyes, Time hath not dimmed, nor death dismayed.

  Walter de La Mare

  Lonely, Kings, Stars

  Walter De la Mare (1920). “Collected Poems, 1901-1918”

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