Biography (John Masefield Poems)
When I am buried, all my thoughts and acts Will be reduced to lists of dates and facts, And long before this ...
When I am buried, all my thoughts and acts Will be reduced to lists of dates and facts, And long before this ...
All day they loitered by the resting ships,Telling their beauties over, taking stock;At night the verdict left my messmate's lips,"The ...
IHere in the self is all that man can knowOf Beauty, all the wonder, all the power,All the unearthly colour, ...
Out of the earth to rest or rangePerpetual in perpetual change,The unknown passing through the strange.Water and saltness held togetherTo ...
Troy Town is covered up with weeds,The rabbits and the pismires broodOn broken gold, and shards, and beadsWhere Priam's ancient ...
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying;My dog and I are old, too old for roving.Man, whose young ...
Here, where we stood together, we three men,Before the war had swept us to the EastThree thousand miles away, I ...
THE Kings go by with jewled crowns;Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many.The sack of many-peopled townsIs ...
Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland,On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf,Where the bent ...
Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song,Better the world with a blow in the teeth of ...
Forget all these, the barren fool in power,The madman in command, the jealous O,The bitter world, biting its bitter hour,The ...
Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks cry and call. Down in the valley the lamps, and ...
This is a sacred city built of marvellous earth. Life was lived nobly here to give such beauty birth. Beauty was in ...
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hillsComing in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:I ...
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
FLESH, I have knocked at many a dusty door, Gone down full many a midnight lane, Probed in old walls ...
Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland, On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf, Where ...
Here, where we stood together, we three men, Before the war had swept us to the East Three thousand miles ...
THE Kings go by with jewled crowns; Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many. The sack of ...
I HAVE seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of ...
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
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