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 ...
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;I never hear the west wind but tears are in ...
Here, where we stood together, we three men,Before the war had swept us to the EastThree thousand miles away, I ...
In the dark womb where I beganMy mother's life made me a man.Through all the months of human birthHer beauty ...
Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode,But the hope of the City of God at the ...
Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland,On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf,Where the bent ...
Once in a hundred years the Lemmings comeWestward, in search of food, over the snow;Westward until the salt sea drowns ...
This is a sacred city built of marvellous earth. Life was lived nobly here to give such beauty birth. Beauty was in ...
IT'S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
FRIENDS and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode, But the hope of the City of God at ...
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 ...
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 ...
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