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“The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse. In the dewy fields the cattle lie Chewing the cud 'neath a fading sky; Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.”

Quote by Walter de La Mare

Work

Collected Poems, 1901-1918

This collection brings together a selection of poems from the early 20th century, showcasing the author's work during a significant period of literary evolution. more

Author

Walter de La Mare
Walter de La Mare

Walter de La Mare was a British poet celebrated for his works of fantasy and supernatural fiction. Born on April 25, 1873, he is renowned for his evocative poetry and his contributions to the genre of ghost stories. De La Mare's writing frequently delves into themes of the subconscious and the supernatural, solidifying his status as one of the most significant poets of the early 20th century. more

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