Potential Titles: John Masefield

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The door by which they entered hell - John Masefield "Animula"

With beaks of vultures eating at his side - John Masefield "Animula"

With devils in his breast - John Masefield "Animula"

Heard the trumpets blow in Avalon - John Masefield "Animula"

To run forever at the quarry gone - John Masefield "Animula"

A rout of rooks from harvest - John Masefield "August, 1914"

The elm-trees sadden in the hedge - John Masefield "August, 1914"

In the beech-clump on the haunted hill - John Masefield "August, 1914"

Reaching out three thousand miles ahead - John Masefield "A Ballad of Cape St. Vincent"

Spitting smoke and cinders at the moon - John Masefield "A Ballad of Cape St. Vincent"

A long brass gun amidships - John Masefield "A Ballad of John Silver"

The rungs by which men climb - John Masefield "Biography"

Those moments of the soul - John Masefield "Biography"

Bones of long since buried acres - John Masefield "Biography"

Dead museums and miles of misery - John Masefield "Biography"

Fish-hooks baited to catch greed - John Masefield "Biography"

Honey buried underneath my feet - John Masefield "Biography"

In all the great cliff's gaps - John Masefield "Biography"

Tree-tumbling fury of collapse - John Masefield "Biography"

Ten fathom beneath the keel - John Masefield "Burial"

In the dark womb where I began - John Masefield "C.L.M."

Nor knock at dusty doors to find - John Masefield "C.L.M."

If the grave's gates could be undone - John Masefield "C.L.M."

Windy billows notching out the sky - John Masefield "Cardigan Bay"

Gray clouds tattered into rags - John Masefield "Cardigan Bay"

Where shaken sunlight slowly filters down - John Masefield "Cardigan Bay"

All the merry kettle-drums - John Masefield "Cavalier"

The angels called from deep to deep - John Masefield "Christmas Eve at Sea"

The burning heavens felt the thrill - John Masefield "Christmas Eve at Sea"

Where flashing bubbles burst and throng - John Masefield "Christmas Eve at Sea"

The men of the tattered battalion - John Masefield "A Consecration"

With too weighty a burden - John Masefield "A Consecration"

Putting a tune to the shout - John Masefield "A Consecration"

Has many a hundred times been dust - John Masefield "A Creed"

A carrion flock of homing-birds - John Masefield "A Creed"

Where many a stubble gray-goose preens - John Masefield "The Daffodil Fields"

Where poachers set their wires - John Masefield "The Daffodil Fields"

Once grim with sacrificial fires - John Masefield "The Daffodil Fields"

A rambling bramble binds his knees - John Masefield "The Dead Knight"

The nettle keeps vigil about him - John Masefield "The Dead Knight"

This uneasy current in my head - John Masefield "A Dramatic Poem: Madman"

Saw truth like a perfect crystal - John Masefield "A Dramatic Poem: Madman"

Let it be midnight here - John Masefield "A Dramatic Poem: Madman"

My blood burns on the stones - John Masefield "A Dramatic Poem: Madman"

The blackbirds were singing to the thorn - John Masefield "Enslaved"

And the Dog bright at his heels - John Masefield "Esther"

My fierceness keeps the wolves at bay - John Masefield "Esther"

Who made their pence of gold - John Masefield "Esther"

Wisdom is life upon the tickle edge - John Masefield "Esther"

As Vashti used to do - John Masefield "Esther"

A plotter coming as the vulture comes - John Masefield "Esther"

The barren fool in power - John Masefield "Forget"

The madman in command - John Masefield "Forget"

The courts of old Atlantis rose - John Masefield "Fragments"

In many a glittering house of glass - John Masefield "Fragments"

The golden birds became a fire - John Masefield "Fragments"

Songs like old mulled wine - John Masefield "The Golden City of St. Mary"

Till I come to quiet moorings - John Masefield "The Golden City of St. Mary"

Carved wood, wherein the death-watch ticks - John Masefield "The Haunted"

Brought agonies of hoping to a stop - John Masefield "The Haunted"

Sacrificed his vision for his coat - John Masefield "The Haunted"

Upon the soul a check, an inhibition, a control - John Masefield "The Haunted"

No more than there is stillness in the sea - John Masefield "The Haunted"

None but the wicked and the mad go free - John Masefield "The Haunted"

Firm in old bones your walls' foundations stand - John Masefield "The Haunted"

With broken hearts for lime and oaths for sand - John Masefield "The Haunted"

And the planets circle to eclipse - John Masefield "The Haunted"

When the shepherds feel the cold - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

And hounds broke into cry - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

Like horse-hoofs running sheep - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

The thundering of a thousand sheep - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

The mouse that gnawed the floor - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

And hell's black bloodhounds mark - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

With nine black hounds at heel - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

The myriad finches in the grain - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

The rooks in clamour drew - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

Martyrdom beyond his strength to bear - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

Jaws that dripped with bitter fire - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"

To tramp the dusty roads alone - John Masefield "In Memory of A.P.R."

Sow the dusk with fiery grains - John Masefield "Invocation"

Beauty on the darkness hurled - John Masefield "Invocation"

Bruised spice and burning amber - John Masefield "The Khalif's Judgment"

By what death you reign - John Masefield "The Khalif's Judgment"

For one clean hour of struggle - John Masefield "The Khalif's Judgment"

Who speak to Kings as peers - John Masefield "The Khalif's Judgment"

That lodestar of the ghost - John Masefield "King Cole"

Who set the floundered axle straight - John Masefield "King Cole"

Below the forlorn woods - John Masefield "King Cole"

Poison in a man's distress - John Masefield "King Cole"

Hopes for little after months of rain - John Masefield "King Cole"

The heralds of your fortune's change - John Masefield "King Cole"

The spirits that inhabit dream - John Masefield "King Cole"

The hares that box by moonlight - John Masefield "King Cole"

The mice that build among the wheat - John Masefield "King Cole"

The best September knows - John Masefield "King Cole"

The stony road that artists tread - John Masefield "King Cole"

A sweet doctrine for a broken heart - John Masefield "King Cole"

Grown old with sorrowing men - John Masefield "King Cole"

And prison up the brave - John Masefield "King Cole"

A help that the abandoned know - John Masefield "King Cole"

That conquerors cannot feel - John Masefield "King Cole"

As the day's foundation stone - John Masefield "King Cole"

Reaching hands that never met - John Masefield "King Cole"

A crown of lead upon my brain - John Masefield "King Cole"

To be a cat among the hay - John Masefield "King Cole"

Arrayed as though in flame - John Masefield "King Cole"

Balance marbles on their fingertips - John Masefield "King Cole"

Pluck live rabbits from between their lips - John Masefield "King Cole"

The lees and chokings of the drain - John Masefield "King Cole"

Like April calling to the seed - John Masefield "King Cole"

Bearers of ghost that burns - John Masefield "King Cole"

A breath of his intensest dream - John Masefield "King Cole"

Purple bramble reddening into blaze - John Masefield "King Cole"

Let there be bells rung backward - John Masefield "King Cole"

As the joy of all the bees in June - John Masefield "King Cole"

Beauty chased by tragic laughter - John Masefield "King Cole"

Who make salt sweet - John Masefield "King Cole"

With the strong red wine of His mirth - John Masefield "Laugh and Be Merry"

In the rooms of a beautiful inn - John Masefield "Laugh and Be Merry"

Glad till the dancing stops - John Masefield "Laugh and Be Merry"

Perfect till the rocks dissolve - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

When the iron brain assails - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Where the fire-haired comet runs - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Upon his last moon's granites die - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Might sail a million years in nothing - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

These million leagues of fires - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Licking the moons from heaven - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Time at trial with Matter - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Bends to no control - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

A stretching of the spirit's hand - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

No lantern in the gloom - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Red knowledge of a window flung wide - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Eternal April wandering alone - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Knocked at many a dusty door - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

The glory gather crumb by crumb - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

The holy hintings of her name - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

These many thousand hours - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Three flaming memories - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Knocking on his moons - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

From dead things striking fire - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

The million cells of sense - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Weight in the earth or glory in the grass - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

The full moon comes swimming from her cave - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

While each component atom breaks - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Such indirect dark avenues to joy - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

From the burning heart of June - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Before the smile upon the Sphinx was cold - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

The skeleton of a religion lost - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

A night that owls inhabit most - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Searing the face of Time - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

To bring the violets out of Caesar's dust - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Singing in the frozen void - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

Shy like a fawn and sweet - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

That pay no toll to death - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"

And our hearts are turned to flame - John Masefield "Lyrics from 'The Buccaneer'"

Quest of the cut-throat sons of Cain - John Masefield "Lyrics from 'The Buccaneer'"

Troubled with the shifting tide - John Masefield "Lyrics from 'The Buccaneer'"

The bones of many a wreck - John Masefield "Mother Carey"

Shark teeth round her neck - John Masefield "Mother Carey"

Our shrouds new rattled down - John Masefield "A Night at Dago Tom's"

A silver call that had a chain of gold - John Masefield "An Old Song Re-Sung"

The red, lurid wreckage of the sunset - John Masefield "On Eastnor Knoll"

A silent army of phantoms thronging - John Masefield "on Eastnor Knoll"

The clock ticks to my heart - John Masefield "On Growing Old"

A penny from the passing crowd - John Masefield "On Growing Old"

Blowing the poising kestrel over - John Masefield "On Malvern Hill"

The heart-strings in the ranks of Rome - John Masefield "On Malvern Hill"

The shrilling trumpets broke the halt - John Masefield "On Malvern Hill"

The leaves whirl in the wind's riot - John Masefield "On Malvern Hill"

In a wind from outer hell - John Masefield "One of the Bo'sun's Yarns"

With a fathom or more of broken sea - John Masefield "One of the Bo'sun's Yarns"

Of the singeing curse of Cain - John Masefield "One of the Bo'sun's Yarns"

Who in bounty gives in wisdom takes - John Masefield "Philip the King"

Chance decides the fate of fleets - John Masefield "Philip the King"

Unspent fountains at the source - John Masefield "Philip the King"

Drives the lovely soul to wander - John Masefield "Pompey the Great"

The conqueror's prize is dust - John Masefield "Pompey the Great"

Using their passions as his tool - John Masefield "Pompey the Great"

Freedom with a tyrant's chains - John Masefield "Pompey the Great"

Clog our hearts with dreams - John Masefield "Pompey the Great"

Send me a ninth great peaceful wave - John Masefield "Prayer"

The mightier silence of the skies - John Masefield "'Rest Her Soul, She's Dead'"

The wasps poised at the yellow plums - John Masefield "The Return"

Leaving that place of daffodils - John Masefield "The Return"

Even the devil gets a peep at heaven - John Masefield "The Return"

The wren upon the tree-stump carolled - John Masefield "The Return"

Wind-bitten beech with badger barrows - John Masefield "Reynard the Fox"

Under the beech-roots snugly - John Masefield "Reynard the Fox"

A roof of flint and a floor of chalk - John Masefield "Reynard the Fox"

Heard the owl go hunting by - John Masefield "Reynard the Fox"

Changed the dream of the cat - John Masefield "Reynard the Fox"

Woke the fox from out of his nap - John Masefield "Reynard the Fox"

Could outlast horse and outrace hound - John Masefield "Reynard the Fox"

In the triple growth of bramble and hawthorn - John Masefield "Reynard the Fox"

Follows as the pipe flits away - John Masefield "Right Royal"

Like muffled bells knelling - John Masefield "Right Royal"

Made of nerves and steel springs - John Masefield "Right Royal"

Like the stars sweeping westward - John Masefield "Right Royal"

Red herds of sullen cattle drifting - John Masefield "The River"

Burning saints on burning horses - John Masefield "The Scallenge"

The blackbird's second brood - John Masefield "The Scallenge"

A haughty old copper-bound albatross - John Masefield "Sea-Change"

The call of the running tide - John Masefield "Sea-Fever"

Where the wind's like a whetted knife - John Masefield "Sea-Fever"

When the long trick's over - John Masefield "Sea-Fever"

Rushing fishes streaked the sea with flame - John Masefield "The Setting of the Watch"

Joy was in those fish unknown - John Masefield "The Setting of the Watch"

Follow some Helen for her gift of grief - John Masefield "Ships"

Queen in all harbours - John Masefield "Ships"

Beauty in hardest action - John Masefield "Ships"

To stand the test of brine - John Masefield "Ships"

My heart will soon be still - John Masefield "A Song at Parting"

Weary vigil with sightless eyes - John Masefield "A Song at Parting"

Derelict soul in a body accurst - John Masefield "Sorrow of Mydath"

Standing drenched with the spindrift - John Masefield "Sorrow of Mydath"

Those great powers of marching silences - John Masefield "The South-West Wind"

Gleam from one towering prison - John Masefield "The South-West Wind"

On a winch in need of oil - John Masefield "Spunyarn"

Brace the arms that help the winches round - John Masefield "Spunyarn"

A fine old salt-sea scavenger - John Masefield "The Tarry Buccaneer"

A sparkling merry freight of doubloons - John Masefield "The Tarry Buccaneer"

Crimson velvet and a diamond-hilted sword - John Masefield "The Tarry Buccaneer"

A tune for the blood to jig to - John Masefield "Tewkesbury Road"

To build a ship of truth - John Masefield "Truth"

Goes out alone on seas unknown - John Masefield "Truth"

Stripped of all the golden lies - John Masefield "Truth"

For my soul will follow seaward - John Masefield "The Turn of the Tide"

The devil's in the chains - John Masefield "A Valediction"

From a golden incense burned in Paradise - John Masefield "Vision"

Like shredded balm and myrrh - John Masefield "Vision"

To glint upon mad water - John Masefield "The 'Wanderer'"

Its vast vitality of wrath - John Masefield "The 'Wanderer'"

As gannets when the fish are due - John Masefield "The 'Wanderer'"

A wind's in the heart of me - John Masefield "A Wanderer's Song"

A fire's in my heels - John Masefield "A Wanderer's Song"

Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting - John Masefield "A Wanderer's Song"

Friends that deserved a sweeter bed - John Masefield "Waste"

The savage eyes salt-reddened - John Masefield "The Watch Below"

Larks are singing in the west - John Masefield "The West Wind"

And April's in the west wind - John Masefield "The West Wind"

Sleep for aching eyes - John Masefield "The West Wind"

Old skill in hateful wizardries - John Masefield "When Bony Death"

Plaiting basil in her hair - John Masefield "The Widow in the Bye Street"

The wild duck come to glean - John Masefield "The Wild Duck"

In the reeds of a steel lagoon - John Masefield "The Wild Duck"


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