Masefield brought back to poetry that mixture of beauty and brutality which is its most human and enduring quality.
I believe this to be no more than a passing phase in Mr. Masefield.
In other words, "the days that make us happy make us wise," he said to himself, quoting Masefield's line.
Although he admired Masefield, loveliness rather than liveliness was his aim.
And men like Masefield, Noyes, and Tagore begin to vie in popularity with the moderately popular novelists.
They are not poems in the Masefield manner; they are modeled rather on Keats and Coleridge.
Out of this arise the curiously contrasted elements of Mr Masefield's poetry.
Well then, confound it, why had Susan gone to a public lecture on Masefield?
They were his literary ancestors by as indisputable an inheritance as a Masefield or a Kipling could claim.
Or had she merely mentioned at lunch that there was a public lecture on Masefield?