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
life song sea
On the long dusty ribbon of the long city street, The pageant of life is passing me on multitudinous feet, With a word here of the hills, and a song there of the sea And-the great movement changes-the pageant passes me.
life love-is men
Love is a flame to burn out human wills, Love is a flame to set the will on fire, Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.
life kings taken
All ye that pass by! While we least think it he prepares his Mate. Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases, Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces.
life dream sweet
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 over.
life men years
Man cannot call the brimming instant back; Time's an affair of instants spun to days; If man must make an instant gold, or black, Let him, he may; but Time must go his ways. Life may be duller for an instant's blaze. Life's an affair of instants spun to years, Instants are only cause of all these tears.
life cells salt
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?
life long headache
Life is a long headache in a noisy street.
miracle may life-is
It may be that we cease; we cannot tell. Even if we cease, life is a miracle.
life has-beens great-hope
To most of us the future seems unsure. But then it always has been; and we who have seen great changes must have great hopes.
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