The similar phrase 'Worldly Christianity' is one used by Bonhoeffer. It's J Gresham Machen that I want to line up most closely with. See his Christianity and culture here. Having done commentaries on Proverbs (Heavenly Wisdom) and Song of Songs (Heavenly Love), a matching title for Ecclesiastes would be Heavenly Worldliness. For my stance on worldliness, see 3 posts here.
Showing posts with label John Masefield. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Masefield. Show all posts

10 Poets Buried in Poets' Corner, Westminster Abbey


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  1. Geoffrey Chaucer c. 1343 1400 Author and poet
  2. Edmund Spenser c. 1552 1599 Poet
  3. Abraham Cowley 1618 1667 Poet
  4. John Dryden 1631 1700 Poet and playwright
  5. Samuel Johnson 1709 1784 Author, poet and lexicographer
  6. Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809 1892 Poet
  7. Robert Browning 1812 1889 Poet and playwright
  8. Thomas Hardy 1840 1928 Author and poet
  9. John Masefield 1878 1967 Poet and author
  10. Rudyard Kipling 1865 1936 Author and poet

10 Poets called John


1. John Keats ("Beauty is truth, truth beauty,”– that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know)
2. John Dryden (Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own)
3. John Clare (Language has not the power to speak what love indites: The soul lies buried in the ink that writes)
4. John Donne (Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, tolls, It tolls for thee)
5. John Gray (The garrulous sparrows perch on metal Burns. Sing! Sing! they say, and flutter with their wings)
6. John Masefield (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)
7. John Betjeman (Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. Swarm over, Death!)
8. John Milton (They also serve who only stand and wait)
9. John Updike (The sky is low. The wind is grey. The radiator Purrs all day)
10. John Newton (That I am hers, and she is mine, Invites my feeble lays; But Saviour, that we both are thine, Demands my highest praise)

10 Famous Ambulance Drivers of WW1

Walt Disney Publlic Domain(notice the cartoon he has drawn on his ambulance)
1. E E Cummings (writer) - volunteer Norton-Harjes Ambulance Corps
2. Jerome K Jerome (writer) - French Army ambulance driver
3. W Somerset Maugham (writer) - volunteer British Red Cross ambulance corps
4. Maurice Ravel (composer) - volunteer ambulance driver or truck driver
5. Ralph Vaughan Williams (composer) - Royal Army Medical Corps
6. Jean Cocteau (dramatist and filmmaker )
7. Stafford Cripps (politician)
8. Walt Disney (Animator and film producer) - volunteer American Red Cross, but served after the armistice ending WWI was signed.
9. Ernest Hemingway (writer)  - volunteer American Field Service
10. John Masefield (writer) - served as hospital orderly in British hospital for French soldiers in France

Short Poem 10

John Masefield (1878-1967) was an English poet and writer, Poet Laureate from 1930 until his death. He is remembered as the author of the classic children's novels The Midnight Folk and The Box of Delights, two novels "Captain Margaret" and "Multitude and Solitude" and a great deal of memorable poetry, including "The Everlasting Mercy" and "Sea-Fever", from his anthology Saltwater Ballads. See more at Wikipedia.
 
Sea-Fever
I must go 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;
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go 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;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like
a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.