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 Able 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
“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
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
“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 Nature 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
“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
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
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 Blood 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
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
“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 Deep 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
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon. — Walter de La Mare Moon 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
“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 Business 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 Dusk 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 Acorns 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 Day life Copy Share Image
