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Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Quotations

  • ''All but blind
    In his chambered hole
    Gropes for worms
    The four-clawed Mole.''
    Walter De La Mare (1873-1956), British poet. All but Blind (l. 1-4). PDV. Piping down the Valleys Wild; Poetry for the Young of All Ages. Nancy Larrick, ed. (1968) Delacorte Press.
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  • ''So, blind to Someone
    I must be.''
    Walter De La Mare (1873-1956), British poet. All but Blind (l. 15-16). PDV. Piping down the Valleys Wild; Poetry for the Young of All Ages. Nancy Larrick, ed. (1968) Delacorte Press.
  • ''We wake and whisper awhile,
    But, the day gone by,
    Silence and sleep like fields
    Of amaranth lie.''
    Walter De La Mare (1873-1956), British poet. All That's Past (l. 21-24). OAEL-2. Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
  • ''Oh, no man knows
    Through what wild centuries
    Roves back the rose.''
    Walter De La Mare (1873-1956), British poet. All That's Past (l. 7-8). OAEL-2. Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
  • ''"A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay
    For me," says Jane.''
    Walter De La Mare (1873-1956), British poet. Bunches of Grapes (l. 11-12). OxBChV. Oxford Book of Children's Verse, The. Iona Opie and Peter Opie, eds. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''"Bunches of grapes," says Timothy;
    "Pomegranates pink," says Elaine;
    "A junket of cream and a cranberry tart."''
    Walter De La Mare (1873-1956), British poet. Bunches of Grapes (l. 1-3). OxBChV. Oxford Book of Children's Verse, The. Iona Opie and Peter Opie, eds. (1973) Oxford University Press.
  • ''But beauty vanishes; beauty passes;
    However rare—rare it be;
    And when I crumble, who will remember
    This lady of the West Country?''
    Walter De La Mare (1873-1956), British poet. Here lies a most beautiful lady (l. 5-8). OBEV. Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Do diddle di do,
    Poor Jim Jay
    Got stuck fast
    In Yesterday.''
    Walter De La Mare (1873-1956), British poet. Jim Jay (l. 1-4). SD. Sprints and Distances; Sports in Poetry and the Poetry in Sport. Lillian Morrison, comp. (1965) Thomas Y. Crowell Company.
  • ''It's a very odd thing—
    As odd as can be—
    That whatever Miss T. eats
    Turns into Miss T.;''
    Walter De La Mare (1873-1956), British poet. Miss T. (l. 1-4). FaBoBe. Family Book of Best Loved Poems, The. David L. George, ed. (1952) Doubleday & Company.
  • '''What is the world, O soldiers?
    It is I,
    I, this incessant snow,
    This northern sky;''
    Walter De La Mare (1873-1956), British poet. Napoleon (l. 1-4). NOBE. New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.

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Sunk Lyonesse

In sea-cold Lyonesse,
When the Sabbath eve shafts down
On the roofs, walls, belfries
Of the foundered town,
The Nereids pluck their lyres
Where the green translucency beats,
And with motionless eyes at gaze
Make ministrely in the streets.

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