Alfred Noyes

(16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958 / Wolverhamton)

Alfred Noyes Poems

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