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John Masefield
1878 - 1967
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Renyard the Fox - Part 1
The meet was at "The Cock and Pye / By Charles and Martha Enderby," / The grey, three-hundred-year-old inn
Renyard The Fox - Part 2
On old Cold Crendon's windy tops / Grows wintrily Blown Hilcote Copse, / Wind-bitten beech with badger barrows,
Roadways
One road leads to London, / One road leads to Wales, / My road leads me seawards
Sea Change
"Goneys an' gullies an' all o' the birds o' the sea / They ain't no birds, not really", said Billy the Dane. / "Not mollies, nor gullies, nor goneys at all", said he,
Sea Fever
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, / And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, / And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
Seven Poems From 'Lollingdon Downs'
I / Here in the self is all that man can know / Of Beauty, all the wonder, all the power,
Tewkesbury Road
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where, / Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why; / Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air,
The Everlasting Mercy
Thy place is biggyd above the sterrys cleer, / Noon erthely paleys wrouhte in so statly wyse, / Com on my freend, my brothir moost enteer,
The Golden City Of St. Mary
Out beyond the sunset could I but find the way, / Is a sleepy blue laguna which widens to a bay, / And there's the Blessed City, so the sailors say,
The Island Of Skyros
Here, where we stood together, we three men, / Before the war had swept us to the East / Three thousand miles away, I stand again
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