The Poems and Plays of John Masefield, Band 1Macmillan & Company, 1918 |
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Anna beat beauty bells blind blood blow blue bones Bosun brain breath bright broken brook burning called Cape Horn cold cried daffodils dark Dauber Davy Jones dead dear death deck door drink earth eyes face fire flowers fo'c'sle furled futtock-shrouds Gaucho glittering glow gone grass green grey hair hand head heard heart hell Henry Morgan hill horse Jimmy JOHN MASEFIELD knew light Lion living Loch Achray lonely look man's Mary masts Mate merry Michael mind moon mother never night Occleve oilskins paint passed Pauntley poems port Port Mahon road rose round running rigging sail sailor ship Shropshire singing skysail song soul stars staysails stood sweet talk tell there's things thought took topsails town trembling tugboat turned wait Wanderer watch wild wind woman yard yarn
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Seite 83 - But rum alone's the tipple, and the heart's delight Of the old bold mate of Henry Morgan. Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French, And some'll swallow tay and stuff fit only for a wench; But I'm for right Jamaica till I roll beneath the bench, Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Seite 101 - The old soul takes the roads again. Such is my own belief and trust; This hand, this hand that holds the pen, Has many a hundred times been dust And turned, as dust, to dust again; These eyes of mine have blinked and shone In Thebes, in Troy, in Babylon.
Seite 108 - Where the shy-eyed delicate deer troop down to the brook to drink When the stars are mellow and large at the coming on of the night. O, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth, Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words; And the blessed green comely meadows are all a-ripple with mirth At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds.
Seite 31 - I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied...
Seite 82 - 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.
Seite 173 - O Christ who holds the open gate, O Christ who drives the furrow straight, O Christ, the plough, O Christ, the laughter Of holy white birds flying after, Lo, all my heart's field red and torn, And Thou wilt bring the young green corn, The young green corn divinely springing, The young green corn forever singing ; And when the field is fresh and fair Thy blessed feet shall glitter there, And we will walk the weeded field, And tell the golden harvest's yield, The corn that makes the holy bread By which...
Seite 444 - To sing some simple tune of Christmas day; Among her crew the song spread, man to man, Until the singing rang across the bay; And soon in other anchored ships the men Joined in the singing with clear throats, until The farm-boy heard it up the windy glen, Above the noise of sheep-bells on the hill.
Seite 253 - It's not been done, the sea, not yet been done, From the inside, by one who really knows; I'd give up all if I could be the one, But art comes dear the way the money goes.
Seite 92 - Laugh and be merry, remember, better the world with a song, Better the world with a blow in the teeth of a wrong. Laugh, for the time is brief, a thread the length of a span. Laugh and be proud to belong to the old proud pageant of man.
Seite 293 - He saw his yard tilt downwards. Then the snow Whirled all about— dense, multitudinous, cold— Mixed with the wind's one devilish thrust and shriek, Which whiffled out men's tears, deafened, took hold, Flattening the flying drift against the cheek. The yards buckled and bent, man could not speak. The ship lay on her broadside; the wind's sound Had devilish malice at having got her downed. ***** How long the gale had blown he could not tell, Only the world had changed, his life had died. A moment...