A Valediction (Liverpool Docks) by John Masefield
A Valediction (Liverpool Docks)by John MasefieldWe're bound for blue water where the great winds blow,It's time to get the tacks aboard, time for us to go;The crowd's at the capstan and the tune's in...
View ArticleVision by John Masefield
Visionby John MasefieldI have drunken the red wine and flung the dice;Yet once in the noisy ale-house I have seen and heardThe dear pale lady with the mournful eyes,And a voice like that of a pure grey...
View ArticleA Night at Dago Tom's by John Masefield
A Night at Dago Tom'sby John MasefieldOh yesterday, I t'ink it was, while cruisin' down the street,I met with Bill. "Hullo," he says, "let's give the girls a treat."We'd red bandanas round our necks...
View ArticleThe Yarn of the "Loch Achray" (1902) by John Masefield
The Yarn of the "Loch Achray" (1902)by John MasefieldThe "Loch Achray" was a clipper tallWith seven-and-twenty hands in all.Twenty to hand and reef and haul,A skipper to sail and mates to bawl"Tally on...
View ArticleSing a Song o' Shipwreck (1902) by John Masefield
Sing a Song o' Shipwreck (1902)by John MasefieldHe lolled on a bollard, a sun-burned son of the sea,With ear-rings of brass and a jumper of dungaree,"'N' many a queer lash-up have I seen," says...
View ArticleA Consecration (1902) by John Masefield
A Consecration (1902) by John MasefieldNot of the princes and prelates with periwigged charioteersRiding triumphantly laurelled to lap the fat of the years,--Rather the scorned -- the rejected -- the...
View ArticleThe Golden City of St. Mary by John Masefield
The Golden City of St. Maryby John MasefieldOut 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...
View ArticleHell's Pavement by John Masefield
Hell's Pavementby John Masefield"When I'm discharged at Liverpool 'n' draws my bit o' pay,I won't come to sea no more;I'll court a pretty little lass 'n' have a weddin' day,'N' settle somewhere down...
View ArticleSorrow of Mydath by John Masefield
Sorrow of Mydathby John MasefieldWeary the cry of the wind is, weary the sea,Weary the heart and the mind and the body of me.Would I were out of it, done with it, would I could beA white gull crying...
View ArticleA Ballad of John Silver (1902) by John Masefield
A Ballad of John Silver (1902)by John MasefieldWe were schooner-rigged and rakish,With a long and lissome hull,And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones and the skull;We'd a big black Jolly...
View ArticleMother Carey by John Masefield
Mother Careyby John Masefield (as told me by the bo'sun)Mother Carey? She's the mother o' the witches 'N' all them sort o' rips; She's a fine gell to look at, but the hitch is,...
View ArticleTewkesbury Road by John Masefield
Tewkesbury Roadby John MasefieldIt 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,...
View ArticleOn Eastnor Knoll by John Masefield
On Eastnor Knollby John MasefieldSilent are the woods, and the dim green boughs areHushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path throughThe apple orchard, is a tired plough-boyCalling the cows home.A...
View ArticleCargoes by John Masefield
Cargoesby John Masefield 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...
View ArticleCaptain Stratton's Fancy by John Masefield
Captain Stratton's Fancyby John Masefield Oh some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white,And some are all for dancing by the pale moonlight:But rum alone’s the tipple, and the heart’s...
View ArticleSpanish Waters by John Masefield
Spanish Watersby John Masefield Spanish waters, Spanish waters, you are ringing in my ears,Like a slow sweet piece of music from the grey forgotten years;Telling tales, and beating tunes, and bringing...
View ArticleThe Ballad of Sir Bors by John Masefield
The Ballad of Sir Borsby John MasefieldWOULD I could win some quiet and rest, and a little ease,In the cool grey hush of the dusk, in the dim green place of the trees,Where the birds are singing,...
View ArticleA Song at Parting (from Salt Water Ballads) (1902) by John Masefield
A Song at Parting (from Salt Water Ballads) (1902)by John MasefieldThe tick of the blood is settling slow, my heart will soon be still.And ripe and ready am I for rest in the grave atop the hill ;So...
View ArticleBill (1902) by John Masefield
Bill (1902)by John MasefieldHe lay dead on the cluttered deck and stared at the cold skies,With never a friend to mourn for him nor a hand to close his eyes:"Bill, he's dead," was all they said; "he's...
View ArticleBiography by John Masefield
Biographyby John MasefieldWhen I am buried, all my thoughts and actsWill be reduced to lists of dates and facts,And long before this wandering flesh is rottenThe dates which made me will be all...
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