John Edward Masefield Quotes (13 Quotes)

Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smokestack, Butting through the Channel in the mad March days, With a cargo of Tyne coal, Road rail, pig lead, Firewood, ironware, and cheap tin trays.

Success is the brand on the brow of a man who has aimed too low.

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a gray mist on the sea's face and a gray dawn breaking.

Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.

His face was filled with broken commandments.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.

And he who gives a child a treat Makes joy-bells ring in Heavens street, And he who gives a child a home Builds palaces in Kingdom come, And she who gives a baby birth Brings Saviour Christ again to Earth.

What am I, Life A thing of watery salt Held in cohesion by unresting cells, Which work they know not why, which never halt, Myself unwitting where their Master dwells.

The hours that make us happy make us wise.

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

Life is a long headache in a noisy street.

The days that make us happy make us wise.

But he has gone, A nations memory and veneration, Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will.