I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.

— John Masefield

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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.

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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.

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I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth;

/ Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.

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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.

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Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.

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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?

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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.

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All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.

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Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.

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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.

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It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;

I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes. For it comes from the west lands, the old brown hills, And April's in the West wind, and daffodils.

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It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.

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About John Masefield

Quotes 68 sayings
Nationality English
Profession Poet
Birthday October 16

Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable.

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Humans consist of body, mind and imagination.

Our bodies are faulty, our minds untrustworthy, but our imagination has made us remarkable.

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Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise.

But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.

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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.

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The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

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And he who gives a child a treat Makes joy-bells ring in Heaven's 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.

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God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.

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Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth's jest a dusty road.

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Life is a long headache in a noisy street.

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God dropped a spark down into everyone, And if we find and fan it to a blaze, It'll spring up and glow, like--like the sun, And light the wandering out of stony ways.

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Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.

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Each one could be a Jesus mild, Each one has been a little child, A little child with laughing look, A lovely white unwritten book; A book that God will take, my friend, As each goes out at journey's end.

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And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.

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Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.

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I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.

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Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.

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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.

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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.

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State are not made, nor patched; they grow; Grow slow through centuries of pain, And grow correctly in the main; But only grow by certain laws, Of certain bits in certain jaws.

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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.

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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.

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The luck will alter and the star will rise.

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Love is a flame to set the will on fire

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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.

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When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, When Death makes his arrest we have to go.

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In the dark room where I began My mother's life made me a man.

Through all the months of human birth Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir, But through the death of some of her.

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It is too maddening. I've got to fly off, right now, to some devilish navy yard, three hours in a seasick steamer, and after being heartily sick, I'll have to speak three times, and then I'll be sick coming home. Still, who would not be sick for England?

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

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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.

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In the power and splendor of the universe, inspiration waits for the millions to come. Man has only to strive for it. Poems greater than the Iliad, plays greater than Macbeth, stories more engaging than Don Quixote await their seeker and finder.

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Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth

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In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.

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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.

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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.

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His face was filled with broken commandments.

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It may be that we cease; we cannot tell. Even if we cease, life is a miracle.

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The days that make us happy make us wise

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