Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed. — 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
“Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door.” — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon. — Walter de La Mare Moon 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
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
When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes. — Walter de La Mare Darkness 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
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
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
“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
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
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
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
“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
“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
“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
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
“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
“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
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
“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
“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 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
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
As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind. — Walter de La Mare Cat Copy Share Image
