Alfred Noyes

(16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958 / Wolverhamton)

Alfred Noyes Poems

41. Shakespeare's Kingdom 1/3/2003
42. Sherwood 1/3/2003
43. Slave And Emperor 4/6/2010
44. Song 1/3/2003
45. Sunlight And Sea 4/6/2010
46. The Admiral's Ghost 12/9/2003
47. The Avenue Of The Allies 4/6/2010
48. The Ballad Of Dick Turpin 4/6/2010
49. The Barrel-Organ 1/3/2003
50. The Big Black Trawler 4/6/2010
51. The Companions 4/6/2010
52. The Double Fortress 4/6/2010
53. The Elfin Artist 1/1/2004
54. The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel 4/6/2010
55. The Ghost Of The New World 4/6/2010
56. The Highwayman 1/3/2003
57. The Hills Of Youth 4/6/2010
58. The Humming Birds 4/6/2010
59. The Inn Of Apollo 4/6/2010
60. The Island Hawk 4/6/2010
61. The Little Roads 4/6/2010
62. The Loom Of Years 4/6/2010
63. The Lost Battle 4/6/2010
64. The Man Who Discovered The Use Of A Chair 4/6/2010
65. The Matin-Song Of Friar Tuck 1/3/2003
66. The Moon Is Up 4/6/2010
67. The New Duckling 4/6/2010
68. The Night Of The Lion 4/6/2010
69. The Old Fool In The Wood 4/6/2010
70. The Old Gentleman With The Amber Snuff-Box 4/6/2010
71. The Old Grey Squirrel 4/6/2010
72. The Old Meeting House 4/6/2010
73. The Open Door 4/6/2010
74. The People's Fleet 4/6/2010
75. The Phantom Fleet 4/6/2010
76. The Realms Of Gold 4/6/2010
77. The Reward Of Song 4/6/2010
78. The Road Through Chaos 4/6/2010
79. The Searchlights 1/3/2003
80. The Sussex Sailor 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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The Searchlights

Political morality differs from individual morality, because there is no power above the State. -- General von Bernardi.

Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight,
The lean black cruisers search the sea.
Night-long their level shafts of light
Revolve,and find no enemy.
Only they know each leaping wave
May hide the lightning, and their grave.

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