Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down. — John Masefield Copy Share Image
In the dark room where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human birth Her… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
In the power and splendor of the universe, inspiration waits for the millions to come. Man has only to strive for it.… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
Love is a flame to burn out human wills, Love is a flame to set the will on fire, Love is a… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
The corn that makes the holy bread By which the soul of man is fed, The holy bread, the food unpriced, Thy… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
Man cannot call the brimming instant back; Time's an affair of instants spun to days; If man must make an instant gold,… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
I have seen flowers come in stony places And kind things done by men with ugly faces, And the gold cup won… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
Man with his burning soul Has but an hour of breath To build a ship of Truth In which his soul may… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable. — John Masefield Copy Share Image
What am I, Life? A thing of watery salt Held in cohesion by unresting cells, Which work they know not why, which never halt,… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down. — John Masefield Copy Share Image
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain. — John Masefield Copy Share Image
I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
“(...) It,s hard not to be able. There, look there!/ I cannot get the movement nor the light;/Sometimes it almost makes a man despair/To… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood,… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
Life's battle is a conquest for the strong; The meaning shows in the defeated thing. — John Masefield Copy Share Image
Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
When the last sea is sailed and last shallow charted, When the last field is reaped and the last harvest stored, When the last… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
