English - Poet | June 1, 1878 - May 12, 1967
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.
John Masefield
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I must go down to the sea 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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There are few earthly things more beautiful than a university a place where those who hate ignorance may strive to know, where those who perceive truth may strive to make others see.
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In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.
LifeLastWhoLongestHeLaughs
It is too maddening. I've got to fly off, right now, to some devilish navy yard, three hours in a seasick steamer, and after being heartily sick, I'll have to speak three times, and then I'll be sick coming home. Still, who would not be sick for England?
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The luck will alter and the star will rise.
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It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.
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Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.
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Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.
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Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.
ManWantPraiseMaySomethingMade
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.
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