29 ordspråk av Walter de La Mare
Walter de La Mare
`Tell them I came, and no-one answered, / That I kept my word,' he said.
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A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace
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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.
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Ann, Ann! / Come! quick as you can! / There's a fish that talks / In the frying pan.
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Ann, Ann! / Come! quick as you can! / There's a fish that talks / In the frying pan.
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Do diddle di do, / Poor Jim Jay / Got stuck fast / In Yesterday.
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Far are the shades of Arabia, / Where the Princes ride at noon.
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Far are the shades of Arabia, / Where the Princes ride at noon.
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Has anybody seen my Mopser? - / A comely dog is he, / With hair the colour of a Charles the Fifth, / And teeth like ships at sea.
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He is crazed with the spell of far Arabia, / They have stolen his wits away.
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He is the Ancient Tapster of this Hostel, / To him at length even we all keys must resign.
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It's a very odd thing / As odd as can be / That whatever Miss T. eats / Turns into Miss T.
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Life's troubled bubble broken
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Life's troubled bubble broken
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Look thy last on all things lovely, / Every hour.
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