John Masefield (1 June 1878 – 12 May 1967 / Herefordshire / England)
Poems of John Masefield
If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
| 1. | A Ballad of John Silver | 1/3/2003 |
| 2. | A Creed | 12/31/2002 |
| 3. | A Night At Dago Tom's | 4/3/2010 |
| 4. | A Pier-Head Chorus | 4/3/2010 |
| 5. | A Valediction | 4/3/2010 |
| 6. | A Wanderer's Song | 12/31/2002 |
| 7. | An Epilogue | 1/3/2003 |
| 8. | Beauty | 12/31/2002 |
| 9. | Biography | 4/3/2010 |
| 10. | By a Bier-Side | 4/3/2010 |
| 11. | C.L.M. | 12/31/2002 |
| 12. | Captain Stratton's Fancy | 1/1/2004 |
| 13. | Cargoes | 12/31/2002 |
| 14. | Dauber | 4/3/2010 |
| 15. | For the Fallen | 1/1/2004 |
| 16. | Fragments | 4/3/2010 |
| 17. | Hell's Pavement | 4/3/2010 |
| 18. | Laugh and be Merry | 4/3/2010 |
| 19. | Lollingdon Downs VIII | 12/31/2002 |
| 20. | Mother Carey (As told Me by the Bo'sun) | 4/3/2010 |
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Tewkesbury Road
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;
Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air,
Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.
And to halt at the chattering brook, in a tall green fern at the brink
Where the harebell grows, and the gorse, and the foxgloves purple and white;
Where the shifty-eyed delicate deer troop down to the brook to dri
