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
God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly; first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise. — Walter de La Mare Blow 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 Claws Copy Share Image
Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed. — Walter de La Mare Bed 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 Awake 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 Break 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
“ 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
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 Branches 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
“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
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
“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
When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes. — Walter de La Mare Darkness Copy Share Image
Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose. — Walter de La Mare Century 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 Arches 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
Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day. — Walter de La Mare Dainty 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
“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 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
“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 Science 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
