Alfred Noyes

(16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958 / Wolverhamton)

Alfred Noyes Poems

1. A Loom Of Years 1/1/2004
2. A New Madrigal To An Old Melody 4/6/2010
3. A Prayer In Time Of War 1/3/2003
4. A Song Of Sherwood 1/3/2003
5. Alzuna 4/6/2010
6. An Open Boat 4/6/2010
7. Art 1/3/2003
8. At Dawn 4/6/2010
9. Beethoven In Central Park 4/6/2010
10. Cap'N Storm-Along 4/6/2010
11. Compensations 4/6/2010
12. Cotton-Wool 4/6/2010
13. Daddy Fell Into The Pond. 1/1/2004
14. Dead Man's Morrice 4/6/2010
15. Dedication : To The Memory Of Cecil Spring-Rice 4/6/2010
16. Epilogue 4/6/2010
17. Fashions 4/6/2010
18. Fishers Of Men 4/6/2010
19. Five Critcisms 4/6/2010
20. Haunted In Old Japan 4/6/2010
21. Immortal Sails 4/6/2010
22. Kilmeny (A Song Of The Trawlers) 1/3/2003
23. Lines For A Sun-Dial 4/6/2010
24. Memories Of The Pacific Coast 4/6/2010
25. Michael Oaktree 4/6/2010
26. Moving Through The Dew 4/6/2010
27. Name Sakes 4/6/2010
28. Niobe 4/6/2010
29. Nippon 4/6/2010
30. Old Japan 4/6/2010
31. On A Mountain Top 4/6/2010
32. On The Western Front 4/6/2010
33. Peace 4/6/2010
34. Peace In A Palace 4/6/2010
35. Princeton, May, 1917 1/3/2003
36. Republic And Motherland 4/6/2010
37. Resurrection 1/3/2003
38. Riddles Of Merlin 4/6/2010
39. Shadow-of-a-Leaf 11/16/2015
40. Shadows On The Down 1/3/2003
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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Sherwood

Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake;
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.

Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves
Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering through the leaves,
Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

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