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, ...
Loafin' around in Sailor Town, a-bluin' o' my advance,I met a derelict donkyman who led me a merry dance,Till he ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tallWith seven-and-twenty hands in all.Twenty to hand and reef and haul,A skipper to sail ...
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 ...
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;I never hear the west wind but tears are in ...
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 ...
Mother Carey? She's the mother o' the witches'N' all them sort o' rips;She's a fine gell to look at, but ...
In the dark womb where I beganMy mother's life made me a man.Through all the months of human birthHer beauty ...
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 ...
IT'S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are ...
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 ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A ...
IN the dark womb where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human ...
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
Here, where we stood together, we three men, Before the war had swept us to the East Three thousand miles ...
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