Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die. John Masefield More Quotes by John Masefield More Quotes From John Masefield Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down. John Masefield nautical sailing men 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. John Masefield flower heart spring And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage. John Masefield taverns pages may Life is a long headache in a noisy street. John Masefield headache life long It may be that we cease; we cannot tell. John Masefield miracle life-is may Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few. John Masefield community poetry men 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. John Masefield truth sea men Love is a flame to set the will on fire John Masefield fire love-is love Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter. John Masefield tragic laughter laughing I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain. John Masefield spain sunset dawn Lord, give to me who are old and rougher John Masefield giving children years His face was filled with broken commandments. John Masefield sarcastic broken faces It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries. John Masefield west bird wind Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French. John Masefield wine The luck will alter and the star will rise. John Masefield luck stars I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. John Masefield dream sweet life It is too maddening. I've got to fly off, right now, to some devilish navy yard, 3 hours in a seasick steamer, & after being heartily sick, I'll have to speak 3 times, & then be sick coming home. Still, who would not be sick for England? John Masefield navy sick home God dropped a spark down into everyone, And if we find and fan it to a blaze, It'll spring up and glow, like--like the sun, And light the wandering out of stony ways. John Masefield light sun spring Man cannot call the brimming instant back; John Masefield men life years The corn that makes the holy bread By which the soul of man is fed, The holy bread, the food unpriced, Thy everlasting mercy, Christ. John Masefield corn soul men
