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From '41 to '51I was my folk's contrary sonI bit my father's hand right throughAnd broke my mother's heart in two.
John Masefield
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John Masefield
Age: 88 †
Born: 1878
Born: June 1
Died: 1967
Died: May 12
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County of Herefordshire
John Edward Masefield
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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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Man cannot call the brimming instant back Time's an affair of instants spun to days If man must make an instant gold, or black, Let him, he may but Time must go his ways. Life may be duller for an instant's blaze. Life's an affair of instants spun to years, Instants are only cause of all these tears.
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God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.
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The three foundations of judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, and Frequent Mistakes.
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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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Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.
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The days that make us happy make us wise
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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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When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, When Death makes his arrest we have to go.
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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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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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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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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 ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.
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And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.
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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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On the long dusty ribbon of the long city street, The pageant of life is passing me on multitudinous feet, With a word here of the hills, and a song there of the sea And-the great movement changes-the pageant passes me.
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Life's battle is a conquest for the strong The meaning shows in the defeated thing.
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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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Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth
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