Walter de La Mare Citas

• All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.

  Walter de La Mare

  Cat, Doors, Long

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• What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.

  Walter de La Mare

  Haunting, Riddle

  Walter De la Mare (1997). “The Return”, p.121, Courier Corporation

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• As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.

  Walter de La Mare

  Self, Long

  Walter De La Mare (1944). “Collected Rhymes and Verses”

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• Without imagination of the one kind or of the other, mortal existence is indeed a dreary and prosaic business... Illumined by the imagination, our life, whatever its defeats - is a never-ending unforeseen strangeness and adventure and mystery.

  Walter de La Mare

  Adventure, Imagination, Kind

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• An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

  Walter de La Mare

  Lifetime, Hours, Terror

  Walter de La Mare (2013). “The Return”, p.60, Courier Corporation

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• Slowly, silently, now the moon
  Walks the night in her silver shoon.

  Walter de La Mare

  Moon, Night, Silver

  Peacock Pie (1913) "Silver"

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• Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.

  Walter de La Mare

  Flower, Fruit, Too Late

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• La luz del atardecer sobre la espuma, y los cisnes, allí; Esa música, remota, desamparada.

  Walter de La Mare

  Swans, Evening Light, Sorrow

  Walter De la Mare (1941). “Collected poems”

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• Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour

  Walter de La Mare

  Lovely, Looks, Slumber

  Motley and Other Poems (1918) "Fare Well"

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• Una vez que un hombre se aleja del rebaño común, es más probable que se encuentre con lobos en la espesura que con ángeles.

  Walter de La Mare

  Angel, Men, Common

  Walter De la Mare (1997). “The Return”, p.115, Courier Corporation

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• After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.

  Walter de La Mare

  Lying, Men, Chinese

  Walter de La Mare (2013). “The Return”, p.85, Courier Corporation

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• It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.

  Walter de La Mare

  Water, Way, Pity

  Walter de la Mare “The Return”, Lulu.com

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• And some win peace who spend
  The skill of words to sweeten despair
  Of finding consolation where
  Life has but one dark end.

  Walter de La Mare

  Death, Dark, Winning

  Walter De la Mare (1941). “Collected poems”

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• When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.

  Walter de La Mare

  Lying, Eye, Darkness

  1918 'Fare Well'.

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• What lovely things Thy hand hath made.

  Walter de La Mare

  Hands, Lovely, Lovely Things

  Walter De la Mare (1941). “Collected poems”

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• He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.

  Walter de La Mare

  Morning, Stars, Autumn

  Walter De la Mare (1933). “The Walter De La Mare Omnibus: Henry Brocken ; The Return ; Memoirs of a Midget”

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• So, blind to Someone I must be.

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  A ciegas

  Walter De la Mare (1902). “Down-adown-derry: A Book of Fairy Poems”, p.26, Library of Alexandria

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• As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.

  Walter de La Mare

  Cat, Sight, Mind

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• Now that cleverness was the fashion most people were clever - even perfect fools; and cleverness after all was often only a bore: all head and no body

  Walter de La Mare

  Fashion, Clever, People

  Walter de La Mare (2013). “The Return”, p.3, Courier Corporation

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• Hi! handsome hunting man Fire your little gun. Bang! Now the animal is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!

  Walter de La Mare

  Fun, Sleep, Animal

  Poems for Children (1930) "Hi!"

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• Un sueño perdido pero feliz puede arrojar su luz sobre nuestras horas de vigilia, y todo el día puede estar infectado con la penumbra de uno lúgubre o triste; sin embargo, de ninguno de ellos podemos ser capaces de recuperar un rastro.

  Walter de La Mare

  Dream, Light, May

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• Dios ha ordenado misericordiosamente que el cerebro humano trabaje despacio; primero el golpe, horas después la contusión.

  Walter de La Mare

  Blow, Brain, Bruises

  Walter de La Mare (2013). “The Return”, p.22, Courier Corporation

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• Oh, nadie sabe
  A través de qué siglos salvajes
  Roves back the rose.

  Walter de La Mare

  Flower, Men, Rose

  The Listeners and Other Poems (1912) "All That's Past"

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• Lear, Macbeth. Mercutio – they live on their own as it were. The newspapers are full of them, if we were only the Shakespeares to see it. Have you ever been in a Police Court? Have you ever watched tradesmen behind their counters? My soul, the secrets walking in the streets! You jostle them at every corner. There's a Polonius in every first-class railway carriage, and as many Juliets as there are boarding-schools. ... How inexhaustibly rich everything is, if you only stick to life.

  Walter de La Mare

  School, Class, Soul

  Walter De la Mare (1933). “The Walter De La Mare Omnibus: Henry Brocken ; The Return ; Memoirs of a Midget”

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• El único catálogo de bienes de este mundo que realmente cuenta es el que guardamos en el silencio de la mente.

  Walter de La Mare

  Motivational, Silence, Mind

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