Poems by John Masefield
The Wild Duck
... What things have the farm ducks seen ...
Laugh and be Merry
... So we must laugh and drink from the deep blue cup of the sky, ...
The Tarry Buccaneer
... With a spy-glass tucked beneath my arm and a cocked hat cocked askew, ...
The Lemmings
... Now drowned where there was food for those starved things, ...
A Pier-Head Chorus
... As the bacca-quidding shell-back shambles aft to take the wheel, ...
Twilight
... Down in the valley the lamps, and the mist, and a star over all, ...
Dauber
... At a sign They twitched the ensign back and tipped the grating ...
The Tewkesbury Road
... Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air, ...
The Golden City of St. Mary
... Mary. It's built of fair marble &mdash white &mdash without a stain, ...
Seven Poems
... VII Death lies in wait for you, you wild thing in the wood, ...
Port Of Many Ships
... 'N' there's dancin' and there's fiddlin' of ev'ry kind o' sort ...
A Valediction
... Shrilly squeal the running sheaves, the weather-gear strains, ...
Hell's Pavement
... So he said. They towed her in to Liverpool, we made the hooker fast, ...
Reynard The Fox - Part 2
... He pushed through the reeds, which cracked at his passing, ...
Biography
... 'Port Fore!' and 'Starboard Fore!' 'Port Fore' 'Port Fore,' ...
