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'When freezing aloft in a snorter, I tell you I wish—
(Though maybe it ain't like a Christian)MI wish I could be
A haughty old copper-bound albatross dipping for fish
And coming th...
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John Masefield (1878-1967), British poet. Sea Change (l. 13-16). . .
Oxford Book of Modern Verse, The, 1892-1935. William Butler Yeats, ed. (1936)...
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''I must down to the seas again for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.''
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John Masefield (1874-1967), British poet, playwright. "Sea Fever," st. 2, Salt-Water Ballads (1902).
The line appears as "I must go down to the se...
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''I must down to the seas 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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John Masefield (1878-1967), British poet. Sea Fever (l. 1-2). . .
Modern American & British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed., in consultation with Ka...
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''Out of the earth to rest or range
Perpetual in perpetual change,
The unknown passing through the strange.''
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John Masefield (1878-1967), British poet. The Passing Strange (l. 1-3). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch...
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''Since moons decay and suns decline,
How else should end this life of mine?''
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John Masefield (1878-1967), British poet. The Passing Strange (l. 46-47). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Cou...
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''They change, and we, who pass like foam,
Like dust blown through the streets of Rome,
Change ever, too; we have no home,''
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John Masefield (1878-1967), British poet. The Passing Strange (l. 61-63). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Cou...
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But gathering as we stray, a sense
Of Life, so lovely and intense,
It lingers when we wander hence,
That those who follow feel behind
Their backs, when all before is blind,
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John Masefield (1878-1967), British poet. The Passing Strange (l. 67-72). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Cou...
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''Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.''
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John Masefield (1874-1967), British poet, playwright. The Tragedy of Nan, preface (1908).
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''It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries;
I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.''
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John Masefield (1878-1967), British poet. The West Wind (l. 1-2). . .
Modern American & British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed., in consultation wit...
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''It's a fine land, the west land, for hearts as tired as mine,
Apple orchards blossom there, and the air's like wine.''
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John Masefield (1878-1967), British poet. The West Wind (l. 5-6). . .
Modern American & British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed., in consultation wit...
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Captain Stratton’s Fancy
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Oh some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white,
And some are all for dancing by the pale moonlight:
But rum alone’s the tipple, and the heart’s delight
Of the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French,
And some’ll swallow tay and stuff fit only for a wench;
But I’m for right Jamaica till I roll beneath the bench,
Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
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