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
beautiful hate ignorance
There are few earthly things more beautiful than a university a place where those who hate ignorance may strive to know, where those who perceive truth may strive to make others see.
wine
Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.
strong battle defeated
Life's battle is a conquest for the strong; The meaning shows in the defeated thing.
god book heaven
The Lord who gave us Earth and Heaven Takes that as thanks for all He's given. The book he lent is given back All blotted red and smutted black.
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.
children years giving
Lord, give to me who are old and rougher The things that little children suffer, And let keep bright and undefiled The young years of the little child.
beautiful wise kings
So death obscures your gentle form, So memory strives to make the darkness bright; And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies, Part of the island till the planet ends, My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise, Part of this crag this bitter surge offends, While I, who pass, a little obscure thing, War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.
stars war struggle
So shall I fight, so shall I tread, In this long war beneath the stars; So shall a glory wreathe my head, So shall I faint and show the scars, Until this case, this clogging mould, Be smithied all to kingly gold.
truth men sea
Man with his burning soul Has but an hour of breath To build a ship of Truth In which his soul may sail- Sail on the sea of death. For death takes toll Of beauty, courage, youth, Of all but Truth.
horse flower men
I have seen flowers come in stony places And kind things done by men with ugly faces, And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races, So I trust, too.
long-distance-relationship soul longing
The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.
common-sense mixtures uncommon
Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.
wind bird west
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.
pistols gangsters ought
It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.