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When there hasn't been anything there, nothing can be said to have vanished from the place where it has not been.("Out Of The Deep") — Walter De La Mare
As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.
— Walter De La Mare
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
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
And some win peace who spendThe skill of words to sweeten despair
Of finding consolation where
Life has but one dark end. — Walter De La Mare
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
Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.
— Walter De La Mare
Marvellous happy it was to beAlone, and yet not solitary.
O out of terror and dark, to come
In sight of home. — Walter De La Mare
God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.
— Walter De La Mare
When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
— Walter De La Mare
Yes, after all, this by now was his customary loneliness: there was little else he desired for the present than the hospitality of the dark.
— Walter De La Mare
What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
— Walter De La Mare
All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
— Walter De La Mare
Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
— Walter De La Mare
Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
— Walter De La Mare
I know well that only the rarest kind of best can be good enough for the young.
— Walter De La Mare
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
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
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
It was to be a day of queer experiences. He had never realized with how many miracles mere everyday life is besieged.
— Walter De La Mare
We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
— Walter De La Mare
As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.
— Walter De La Mare
So, blind to Someone I must be.
— Walter De La Mare
Fancies were all very well for a change, but must be only occasional guests in a world devoted to reality.
— Walter De La Mare
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
The time's gone by for sentiment and all that foolery. Mercy's all very well but after all it's justice that clinches the bargain.
— Walter De La Mare
What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
— Walter De La Mare
An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.
— Walter De La Mare
Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
— Walter De La Mare
Who said, 'All Time's delightHath she for narrow bed;
Life's troubled bubble broken'?
That's what I said. — Walter De La Mare
What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
— Walter De La Mare
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon. — 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.
— Walter De La Mare
Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
— Walter De La Mare
Let them enjoy their Eden while they can; though there's plenty of apples, I fear, on the tree yet, Mr Lawford.
— Walter De La Mare
It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
— Walter De La Mare
Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
— Walter De La Mare
Is there anybody there? said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door. — 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.
— Walter De La Mare
