And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark… — Walter de La Mare Consolation Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise. — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind. — Walter de La Mare Cat Copy Share Image
“Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door.” — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me. — Walter de La Mare Identity Copy Share Image
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 Lag Copy Share Image
We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie. — Walter de La Mare Days gone by Copy Share Image
“In these days of faith-cures, and hypnotism, and telepathy, and subliminalities – why, the simple old world grows very confusing. But rarely,… — Walter de la Mare Confusion Copy Share Image
A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acorns… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“There was still an hour or two of daylight - even though clouds admitted only a greyish light upon the world, and… — Walter de la Mare Daylight Copy Share Image
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,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“Yes, after all, this by now was his customary loneliness: there was little else he desired for the present than the hospitality… — Walter de la Mare Dark Copy Share Image
Hi! handsome hunting man Fire your little gun. Bang! Now the animal is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again,… — Walter de La Mare Animal Copy Share Image
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay,… — Walter de La Mare Apples Copy Share Image
“Away There is no sorrow Time heals never; No loss, betrayal, Beyond repair. Balm for the soul, then, Though grave shall sever… — Walter de la Mare Death Copy Share Image
“It is very seldom that one encounters what would appear to be sheer unadulterated evil in a human face; an evil, I… — Walter de la Mare Business Copy Share Image
“We are *all* we are, and all in a sense we care to dream we are. And for that matter, anything outlandish,… — Walter de la Mare Bizarre Copy Share Image
The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“The viewless air seemed to be flocking with hidden listeners. The very clearness and the crystal silence were their ambush. He alone… — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
“Lawford had soundlessly stolen a pace or two nearer, and by stopping forward he could, each in turn, scrutinize the little intent… — Walter de la Mare Business Copy Share Image
Lear, Macbeth. Mercutio – they live on their own as it were. The newspapers are full of them, if we were only… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“Pausing on the threshold, he looked in, conscious not so much of the few familiar sticks of furniture - the trucklebed, the… — Walter de la Mare Fear Copy Share Image
“The first of these houses appeared to be occupied. The next two were vacant. Dingy curtains, soot-grey against their snowy window-sills, hung… — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“ The Listeners 'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed… — Walter de la Mare Grey eyes Copy Share Image
“A poor old Widow in her weeds Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds; Not too shallow, and not too deep, And down… — Walter de la Mare Bees Copy Share Image
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovelier things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“The Night-Swans by Walter De la Mare 'Tis silence on the enchanted lake, And silence in the air serene, Save for the… — Walter de la Mare Black star Copy Share Image
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon. — Walter de La Mare Moon Copy Share Image
