Walter De La Mare Quotes


Who said, `Where sleeps she now? / Where rests she now her head, / Bathed in eve's loveliness'? / That's what I said. - Walter De La Mare


Very old are we men; / Our dreams are tales / Told in dim Eden / By Eve's nightingales. - Walter De La Mare


Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep: / Poor tired Tim! It's sad for him. - Walter De La Mare


Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers. - Walter De La Mare


Three jolly gentlemen, / In coats of red, / Rode their horses / Up to bed. - Walter De La Mare


Three jolly Farmers / Once bet a pound / Each dance the other would / Off the ground. - Walter De La Mare


Softly along the road of evening, In a twilight dim with rose, Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew, Old Nod, the shepherd, goes. - Walter De La Mare


Slowly, silently, now the moon / Walks the night in her silver shoon. - Walter De La Mare


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