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
sarcastic broken faces
His face was filled with broken commandments.
time interesting people
People who leave their own time out of their work cannot be surprised if their time fails to find them interesting.
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.
men journey leading-me
Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth
wine
Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.
spring rain april
I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
weather two sailing
Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.
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.
wind bird west
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.
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.
white sail leading-me
My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.
sunset spain tunes
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.
fate done sun
All the great things of life are swiftly done, Creation, death, and love the double gate. However much we dawdle in the sun We have to hurry at the touch of Fate.