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And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.

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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
Death
May
Find
Tavern
Taverns
Pilgrimage
Ended
Page
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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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Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.
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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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I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
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Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.
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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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I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.
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His face was filled with broken commandments.
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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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Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.
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When the last sea is sailed and last shallow charted, When the last field is reaped and the last harvest stored, When the last fire is out and the last guest departed Grant the last prayer that I pray, Be good to me, O Lord.
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God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.
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Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.
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The luck will alter and the star will rise.
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Life's battle is a conquest for the strong The meaning shows in the defeated thing.
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Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.
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The days that make us happy make us wise
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Each one could be a Jesus mild, Each one has been a little child, A little child with laughing look, A lovely white unwritten book A book that God will take, my friend, As each goes out at journey's end.
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I hold that when a person dies / His soul returns again to earth / Arrayed in some new flesh disguise / Another mother gives him birth / With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
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Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth
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