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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.

John Masefield

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John Masefield
Age: 88 †
Born: 1878
Born: June 1
Died: 1967
Died: May 12
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
County of Herefordshire
John Edward Masefield
Distant
Sandalwood
Wine
Peacock
Havens
Cargo
Haven
Rowing
Sweet
Ivory
White
Apes
Home
Palestine
Sunny
Peacocks

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