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The Highwayman - Poem by Alfred Noyes



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—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.


He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.


Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.


And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—


'One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.'


He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.



He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
King George's men came matching, up to the old inn-door.


They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.


They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
'Now, keep good watch!' and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!


She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!


The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain .


Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!


Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.


He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.


Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.


And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.


Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Comments about The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes

  • Gold Star - 19,143 Points Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/3/2015 10:56:00 AM)

    Superb, Great imagery and scenic beauty is amazing. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 39,259 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/1/2015 4:18:00 AM)

    I likes this poem and the narratives though I was frankly not capable to understand it well. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 28 Points Ross Mabeem (8/2/2015 10:09:00 PM)

    I love this poem although it is filled with death i love it (Report) Reply

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Poems About School

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  2. 2. First Day At School , Roger McGough
  3. 3. Two Schools , Henry Van Dyke
  4. 4. The Schoolboy , William Blake
  5. 5. The Country Schoolmaster , Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  6. 6. Among School Children , William Butler Yeats
  7. 7. September, The First Day Of School , Howard Nemerov
  8. 8. The Flower-School , Rabindranath Tagore
  9. 9. A School Song , Rudyard Kipling
  10. 10. Old Schooldays , Banjo Paterson
  11. 11. The Latest School , Gilbert Keith Chesterton
  12. 12. On Old Man's Thought Of School , Walt Whitman
  13. 13. A Letter From The Trenches To A School F.. , Charles Hamilton Sorley
  14. 14. The Schoolfellow , Sir Henry Newbolt
  15. 15. The New School , Joyce Kilmer
  16. 16. Going Back To School , Stephen Vincent Benet
  17. 17. The Old Bark School , Henry Lawson
  18. 18. Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon , Vernon Scannell
  19. 19. The School Of Metaphysics , Charles Simic
  20. 20. Ageing Schoolmaster , Vernon Scannell
  21. 21. Orphan School , Robert William Service
  22. 22. The Correspondence School Instructor Say.. , Galway Kinnell
  23. 23. Nonsense Alphabet , Edward Lear
  24. 24. Mary's Lamb , Sarah Josepha Hale
  25. 25. Snow Day , Billy Collins
  26. 26. School Is Not So Cool , Chantel Braatz
  27. 27. School Just School , kerri king
  28. 28. What Is School Like? , Jacob Gifford
  29. 29. Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day , Delmore Schwartz
  30. 30. I Can'T Go To School , jasmine shipp
  31. 31. School School School , somebody u will never know
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  33. 33. School , Dwayne Earle Gordon
  34. 34. Bubble Gum , Lee Toballs
  35. 35. Sonnet: On School-Life , Dr John Celes
  36. 36. Avon's Harvest , Edwin Arlington Robinson
  37. 37. The Interpretation Of Nature And , Sir Francis Bacon
  38. 38. School , Jamie Parker
  39. 39. School , Miss Smiley face
  40. 40. Trapped , Nadalia Bagratuni
  41. 41. The Old School List , James Kenneth Stephen
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  43. 43. My Sweet School , Sherbanu Molu
  44. 44. Stormin' Mornin' , Udiah (witness to Yah)
  45. 45. The Best School Of All , Sir Henry Newbolt
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