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    The Daffodil Fields: "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."
    The Daffodil Fields: "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."
    The Daffodil Fields: "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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    The Daffodil Fields: "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."

    By John Masefield

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    John Edward Masefield was born in 1878 in the sleepy market town of Ledbury in rural Hertfordshire. An idyllic childhood was ruined when he was left an orphan and sent to live with an Aunt who decided his education and life would be better spent at sea. At age 13 he boarded a school ship and there his love of writing and reading blossomed. By 1899 he began to publish and apart from brief service during World War I he now had a life of writing and lecture tours. He published much; novels, poetry and even an account of the disastrous war effort in the Dardanelles at Gallipoli. Upon the death of Robert Bridges in 1930, Masefield was given the prestigious position of Poet Laureate, a role he would fulfill until his death; the only poet to hold the position for a longer period was Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Despite later ill health and the death of his wife in 1960, Masefield continued to write. In 1966, he published his last book of poems, In Glad Thanksgiving, at the age of 88. In the latter part of 1966 gangrene was diagnosed in his ankle. This gradually spread through his leg and claimed his life on May 12, 1967. He was cremated and his ashes placed in the Poet’s Corner of Westminster Abbey. Here we present The Daffodil Fields.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateJan 26, 2015
    ISBN9781785431081
    The Daffodil Fields: "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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    John Masefield

    John Masefield was a well-known English poet and novelist. After boarding school, Masefield took to a life at sea where he picked up many stories, which influenced his decision to become a writer. Upon returning to England after finding work in New York City, Masefield began publishing his poetry in periodicals, and then eventually in collections. In 1915, Masefield joined the Allied forces in France and served in a British army hospital there, despite being old enough to be exempt from military service. After a brief service, Masefield returned to Britain and was sent overseas to the United States to research the American opinion on the war. This trip encouraged him to write his book Gallipoli, which dealt with the failed Allied attacks in the Dardanelles, as a means of negating German propaganda in the Americas. Masefield continued to publish throughout his life and was appointed as Poet Laureate in 1930. Masefield died in 1967 the age of 88.

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