When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes. — Walter de La Mare Darkness Copy Share Image
Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed. — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches. — Walter de La Mare Pity Copy Share Image
Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose. — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
“As long as I shall live I shall always be My Self-and no other, Just Me.” — Walter de la Mare Identity Copy Share Image
All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole. — Walter de La Mare Blind Copy Share Image
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 Pity Copy Share Image
Now that cleverness was the fashion most people were clever - even perfect fools; and cleverness after all was often only a… — Walter de La Mare Body Copy Share Image
Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
Without imagination of the one kind or of the other, mortal existence is indeed a dreary and prosaic business... Illumined by the… — Walter de La Mare Adventure Copy Share Image
For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That… — Walter de La Mare Beauty Copy Share Image
“Poor sleepers should endeavor to compose themselves. Tampering with empty space, stirring up echoes in pitch-black pits of darkness is scarcely sedative.… — Walter de la Mare Darkness Copy Share Image
“When there hasn't been anything there, nothing can be said to have vanished from the place where it has not been. ("Out… — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes; However rare rare it be; And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West… — Walter de La Mare Beauty Copy Share Image
“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… — Walter de la Mare Justice Copy Share Image
“It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, changing and yet changeless,… — Walter de la Mare Beauty Copy Share Image
“I believe in the devil, in the Powers of Darkness, Lawford, as firmly as I believe he and they are powerless –… — Walter de la Mare Devil Copy Share Image
Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“That's why I've just gone on … collecting this particular kind of stuff – what you might call riff-raff. There's not a… — Walter de la Mare Book Copy Share Image
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 Angel Copy Share Image
What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky. — Walter de La Mare Flower Copy Share Image
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 Chaos Copy Share Image
“Marvellous happy it was to be Alone, and yet not solitary. O out of terror and dark, to come In sight of… — Walter de la Mare Happiness Copy Share Image
“Fancies were all very well for a change, but must be only occasional guests in a world devoted to reality.” — Walter de la Mare Change Copy Share Image
“Who said, 'All Time's delight Hath she for narrow bed; Life's troubled bubble broken'? --- That's what I said.” — Walter de la Mare Death Copy Share Image
“Thinking is like a fountain. Once it gets going at a certain pressure, well, it almost impossible to turn it off. And,… — Walter de la Mare Thinking Copy Share Image
“When indeed you positively press your face, so to speak, against the crystalline window of your eyes, your mind is apt to… — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as… — Walter de La Mare Cat Copy Share Image
“Slim cunning hands at rest, and cozening eyes, Under this stone one loved too wildly lies; How false she was, no granite… — Walter de la Mare Lies Copy Share Image
“Science, I am told, is making great strides, experimenting, groping after things which no sane man has ever dreamed of before –… — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
Softly along the road of evening, In a twilight dim with rose, Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew, Old Nod, the… — Walter De La Mare Age Copy Share Image
