Alfred Noyes

(16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958 / Wolverhamton)

Alfred Noyes Poems

1. Wireless. 4/6/2010
2. What Grandfather Said 4/6/2010
3. Victory 4/6/2010
4. Veterans 4/6/2010
5. Unity 4/6/2010
6. Touchstone On A Bus 4/6/2010
7. To The R.A.F 1/3/2003
8. To A Successful Man 4/6/2010
9. The Young Friar 4/6/2010
10. The War Widow 4/6/2010
11. The Vindictive 4/6/2010
12. The Union 4/6/2010
13. The Trumpet Call 4/6/2010
14. The Symphony 4/6/2010
15. The Sussex Sailor 1/3/2003
16. The Searchlights 1/3/2003
17. The Road Through Chaos 4/6/2010
18. The Reward Of Song 4/6/2010
19. The Realms Of Gold 4/6/2010
20. The Phantom Fleet 4/6/2010
21. The People's Fleet 4/6/2010
22. The Open Door 4/6/2010
23. The Old Meeting House 4/6/2010
24. The Old Grey Squirrel 4/6/2010
25. The Old Gentleman With The Amber Snuff-Box 4/6/2010
26. The Old Fool In The Wood 4/6/2010
27. The Night Of The Lion 4/6/2010
28. The New Duckling 4/6/2010
29. The Moon Is Up 4/6/2010
30. The Matin-Song Of Friar Tuck 1/3/2003
31. The Man Who Discovered The Use Of A Chair 4/6/2010
32. The Lost Battle 4/6/2010
33. The Loom Of Years 4/6/2010
34. The Little Roads 4/6/2010
35. The Island Hawk 4/6/2010
36. The Inn Of Apollo 4/6/2010
37. The Humming Birds 4/6/2010
38. The Hills Of Youth 4/6/2010
39. The Highwayman 1/3/2003
40. The Ghost Of The New World 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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Princeton, May, 1917

Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe,
And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,
Looked through the ages; then, with eyes aglow,
Laid them to wait that future, side by side.


(Lines for a monument to the American and British soldiers of the Revolutionary War who fell on the Princeton battlefield and were buried in one grave.)

Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine
Through dogwood, red and white;

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