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John Masefield
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(
1 Jun 1878
â
12 May 1967
)
âAh, we are neither heaven nor earth, but men âŚâ
âAll early in the April âŚâ
âAnd all their passionate hearts are dust âŚâ
âAnimulaâ
âThe Ballad of John Silverâ
âBeautyâ
âBetween the barren pasture and the woodâ
âBiographyâ
âThe Buildersâ
âDeath lies in wait for you âŚâ
âThe Death Roomsâ
âThe Endâ
âThe End of the Troubleâ
âAn Epilogueâ
âFragmentsâ
âThe Hauntedâ
âHellâs Pavementâ
âHere in the self is all that man can know âŚâ
âHow swift the summer goes âŚâ
âI went into the fields, but you were there âŚâ
âIf I could get within this changing I âŚâ
âInvocationâ
âThe Island of Skyrosâ
âKneel to the beautiful women âŚâ
âLaugh and Be Merryâ
âThe Lemmingsâ
âMadmanâ
âMan is a sacred city âŚâ
âOn Growing Oldâ
âThe Passing Strangeâ
âPersonalâ
âPrayerâ
âThe Racerâ
âRoadwaysâ
âRoses are beauty, but I never see âŚâ
âSea Feverâ
âThe Seekersâ
âThe Ship and Her Makersâ
âSonnetâ
âThe Tewkesbury Roadâ
âTruthâ
âTwilightâ
âA Wandererâs Songâ
âWasteâ
âWe Therefore Commit our Brotherâ
âThe West Windâ
âWhat am I, Life? âŚâ
âWhen Bony Deathâ
âThe Wild Duckâ