John Masefield
John Masefield
John Edward Masefield, OMwas an English poet and writer, and Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom from 1930 until his death in 1967. He is remembered as the author of the classic children's novels The Midnight Folk and The Box of Delights, and poems, including "The Everlasting Mercy" and "Sea-Fever"...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth1 June 1878
spring flower heart
O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.
heart rivers london
The Thames is a wretched river after the Mersey and the ships are not like Liverpool ships and the docks are barren of beauty ... it is a beastly hole after Liverpool; for Liverpool is the town of my heart and I would rather sail a mudflat there than command a clipper out of London
mother father heart
From '41 to '51I was my folk's contrary son;I bit my father's hand right throughAnd broke my mother's heart in two.
prayer heart men
God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.
beauty coming english-poet slow solemn tunes
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.
dipping leads road runs white
One road leads to London, / One road runs to Wales, / My road leads me seawards / To the white dipping sails.
blow laugh teeth
Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song. / Better the world with a blow in the teeth of a wrong.
brand brow man success
Success is the brand on the brow of a man who has aimed too low.
love race watch
My race being run, I love to watch the race
again ask dream gypsy laughing merry quiet seas sleep sweet yarn
I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's o
call clear running sea tide wild
I must down to the sea again, for the call of the running tide / Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.
death doors dies
Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.
may pages taverns
And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.
men soul corn
The corn that makes the holy bread By which the soul of man is fed, The holy bread, the food unpriced, Thy everlasting mercy, Christ.