Walter de la Mare

Walter de la Mare Biography

Sir Walter de la Mare was born in Charlton, Kent, in the south of England, of well-to-do parents. His father, James Edward Delamaere, was an official of the Bank of England. His mother, Lucy Sophia (Browning) Delamare, was related to the poet Robert Browning. He was educated in London at St. Paul's Cathedral Choir School, which he left at age 16. F ...

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Sylva Portoian 26 February 2010

I can't -at all -f ancy him He writes like an eight-year old child. He became famous because of his dad, What a lucky-guy he is! A large platinum -spoon Pushed in his mouth.

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Haroon Mustafa 17 March 2007

he is the master of creating imagery.he wants us to enjoy his world of imagination

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Thaar Ali 02 February 2012

he is agoodman and he is the best

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Koko Krisp 24 March 2005

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Steve Lonsdale 28 February 2022

Does anyone know a poem called Wizards by Walter de la Mare

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Sakshi Kumari student of 4 22 February 2022

I have listen to the poem someone came knocking and i loved that poem it is my fav poem

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Tony Street 25 September 2020

Does anyone know a poem called The Border Bird by Walter de la Mer?

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MEB 27 January 2021

You can find it on Google.

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Sama fathima 28 October 2019

I luv it! ! ! ! ! I could get first prize in the competition

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von.. 28 March 2019

Please use a real voice for all the poetry readings.

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The Best Poem Of Walter de la Mare

The Listeners

"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of the forest's ferny floor;
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
"Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:--
"Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word," he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

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