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John Masefield's Poetry, by popularity

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  • Loafin' around in Sailor Town, a-bluin' o' my advance,
    I met a derelict donkyman who led me a merry dance,
    68 lines
  • Forget all these, the barren fool in power,
    The madman in command, the jealous O,
    16 lines
  • Troy Town is covered up with weeds,
    The rabbits and the pismires brood
    83 lines
  • TwilightT. Red in the West.
    Dimness. A glow on the wood.
    17 lines
  •   This is a sacred city built of marvellous earth.
      Life was lived nobly here to give such beauty birth.
    8 lines
  •   Twilight it is, and the far woods are dim, and the rooks
          cry and call.
    12 lines
  • I'm going to be a pirate with a bright brass pivot-gun,
    And an island in the Spanish Main beyond the setting sun,
    25 lines, 3 comments
  • THE Kings go by with jewled crowns;
    Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many.
    32 lines
  • Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland,
    On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf,
    20 lines
  • Out of the earth to rest or range
    Perpetual in perpetual change,
    72 lines
  • Flesh, I have knocked at many a dusty door,
    Gone down full many a midnight lane,
    14 lines
  • Here in the self is all that man can know
    Of Beauty, all the wonder, all the power,
    122 lines
  • Friends and loves we have none, nor wealth nor blessed abode,
    But the hope of the City of God at the other end of the road.
    18 lines
  • 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;
    12 lines
  • Out beyond the sunset could I but find the way,
    Is a sleepy blue laguna which widens to a bay,
    19 lines
  • Silent are the woods, and the dim green boughs are
    Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path through
    12 lines
  • I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
    Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
    8 lines
  •     When I am buried, all my thoughts and acts
        Will be reduced to lists of dates and facts,
    286 lines
  • A wind's  in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels,
    I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels;
    18 lines
  • One road leads to London,
    One road leads to Wales,
    24 lines
  • "Goneys an' gullies an' all o' the birds o' the sea
        They ain't no birds, not really", said Billy the Dane.
    18 lines
  • I have seen flowers come in stony places
    And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
    3 lines
  • In the dark womb where I began
    My mother’s life made me a man.
    30 lines, 4 comments
  • Oh yesterday, I t'ink it was, while cruisin' down the street,
    I met with Bill. — "Hullo," he says, "let's give the girls a tre
    24 lines
  • In the harbour, in the island, in the Spanish Seas,
    Are the tiny white houses and the orange-trees,
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • The Loch Achray was a clipper tall
    With seven-and-twenty hands in all.
    88 lines
  • Mother Carey? She's the mother o' the witches
    'N' all them sort o' rips;
    34 lines, 2 comments
  • Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying;
    My dog and I are old, too old for roving.
    28 lines
  • I hold that when a person dies
    His soul returns again to earth;
    42 lines, 2 comments
  • Oh I'll be chewing salted horse and biting flinty bread,
    And dancing with the stars to watch, upon the fo'c's'le head,
    19 lines, 1 comment
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