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Walter de la Mare's Poetry, by popularity

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  • My mind is like a clamorous market-place.
      All day in wind, rain, sun, its babel wells;
    15 lines
  • Winter is fallen early
      On the house of Stare;
    45 lines
  • See this house, how dark it is
    Beneath its vast-boughed trees!
    29 lines
  • How large unto the tiny fly
    Must little things appear!-
    14 lines
  •     Sterile these stones
        By time in ruin laid.
    26 lines
  • As I was walking,
    Thyme sweet to my nose,
    27 lines
  • Upon a bank, easeless with knobs of gold,
      Beneath a canopy of noonday smoke,
    61 lines
  •     If you would happy company win,
        Dangle a palm-nut from a tree,
    17 lines
  • Down the Hill of Ludgate,
    Up the Hill of Fleet,
    8 lines
  • Dim-berried is the mistletoe
    With globes of sheenless grey,
    33 lines
  • When the last colours of the day
    Have from their burning ebbed away,
    9 lines
  • When all, and birds, and creeping beasts,
    When the dark of night is deep,
    18 lines
  • To Edward Thomas
        The haze of noon wanned silver-grey,
    45 lines
  • One moment take thy rest.
    Out of mere nought in space
    9 lines
  •     Isled in the midnight air,
        Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
    13 lines
  •     Black lacqueys at the wide-flung door
        Stand mute as men of wood.
    83 lines
  • Low on his fours the Lion
    Treads with the surly Bear;
    11 lines
  • The seas of England are our old delight:
    Let the loud billow of the shingly shore
    23 lines
  •     Suppose ... and suppose that a wild little Horse of Magic
        Came cantering out of the sky,
    45 lines
  • All but blind
    In his chambered hole,
    13 lines
  • Jagg'd mountain peaks and skies ice-green
    Wall in the wild, cold scene below.
    20 lines
  • 'Won't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'
    Quoth the Fairy, nidding, nodding in the garden;
    16 lines
  • Old and alone, sit we,
    Caged, riddle-rid men;
    24 lines
  • As Ann came in one summer's day,
    She felt that she must creep,
    28 lines
  • Grief hath pacified her face;
    Even hope might share so still a place;
    22 lines
  • Dark frost was in the air without,
    The dusk was still with cold and gloom,
    28 lines
  • Three and thirty birds there stood
    In an elder in a wood;
    20 lines
  • I know a funny little man,
    As quiet as a mouse,
    25 lines, 2 comments
  • What lovely things
    Thy hand hath made:
    26 lines
  • I think and think: yet still I fail —
    Why must this lady wear a veil?
    22 lines, 1 comment
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