Alfred Noyes

(16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958 / Wolverhamton)

Alfred Noyes Poems

1. Shadow-of-a-Leaf 11/16/2015
2. Unity 4/6/2010
3. The Symphony 4/6/2010
4. The Vindictive 4/6/2010
5. Veterans 4/6/2010
6. The Young Friar 4/6/2010
7. The Trumpet Call 4/6/2010
8. The Big Black Trawler 4/6/2010
9. Republic And Motherland 4/6/2010
10. Touchstone On A Bus 4/6/2010
11. Niobe 4/6/2010
12. The Double Fortress 4/6/2010
13. The Road Through Chaos 4/6/2010
14. Nippon 4/6/2010
15. The Reward Of Song 4/6/2010
16. The Realms Of Gold 4/6/2010
17. Name Sakes 4/6/2010
18. The Old Meeting House 4/6/2010
19. The People's Fleet 4/6/2010
20. Wireless. 4/6/2010
21. The War Widow 4/6/2010
22. Victory 4/6/2010
23. The Night Of The Lion 4/6/2010
24. The Union 4/6/2010
25. Peace In A Palace 4/6/2010
26. The Old Gentleman With The Amber Snuff-Box 4/6/2010
27. Michael Oaktree 4/6/2010
28. The Inn Of Apollo 4/6/2010
29. Slave And Emperor 4/6/2010
30. The Ballad Of Dick Turpin 4/6/2010
31. Compensations 4/6/2010
32. What Grandfather Said 4/6/2010
33. The Phantom Fleet 4/6/2010
34. Memories Of The Pacific Coast 4/6/2010
35. The Humming Birds 4/6/2010
36. The Avenue Of The Allies 4/6/2010
37. The Ghost Of The New World 4/6/2010
38. The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel 4/6/2010
39. The Old Grey Squirrel 4/6/2010
40. The Companions 4/6/2010
Best Poem of Alfred Noyes

The Highwayman

PART ONE

I

THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

II

He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A ...

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A Prayer In Time Of War

The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of our own ideas as to what is, and what is not, "intellectual."

Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea,
Whose footsteps are not known,
To-night a world that turned from Thee
Is waiting -- at Thy Throne.

The towering Babels that we raised
Where scoffing sophists brawl,

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