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  • 1.
    The Highwayman



    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. read more »

  • 2.
    First Day at School

    A millionbillionwillion miles from home
    Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
    Why are they all so big, other children?
    So noisy? So much at home they read more »

  • 3.
    Two Schools

    I put my heart to school
    In the world, where men grow wise,
    "Go out," I said, "and learn the rule;
    Come back when you win a prize." read more »

  • 4.
    The Schoolboy

    I love to rise in a summer morn
    When the birds sing on every tree;
    The distant huntsman winds his horn,
    And the skylark sings with me. read more »

  • 5.
    The Country Schoolmaster


    A MASTER of a country school
    Jump'd up one day from off his stool, read more »

  • 6.
    Among School Children

    I WALK through the long schoolroom questioning;
    A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
    The children learn to cipher and to sing,
    To study reading-books and histories, read more »

  • 7.
    September, The First Day Of School


    My child and I hold hands on the way to school,
    And when I leave him at the first-grade door read more »

  • 8.
    The Flower-School

    When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down.
    The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its
    bagpipes among the bamboos.
    Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows read more »

  • 9.
    A School Song

    <i>Prelude to "Stalky & Co."</i>

    <i>"Let us now praise famous men"-- read more »

  • 10.
    Old Schooldays

    Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day
    Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold --
    Youth's memories that once were green and gold
    But now, alas, are grim and ashen grey. read more »

  • 11.
    The Latest School

    See the flying French depart
    Like the bees of Bonaparte,
    Swarming up with a most venomous vitality.
    Over Baden and Bavaria, read more »

  • 12.
    On Old Man's Thought Of School

    AN old man's thought of School;
    An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself
    read more »

New School Poems

  1. Schools, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  2. Uniforms in schools., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  3. School, Kumarmani Mahakul
  4. World A Great School., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  5. An school reconstructed., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  6. A School by Okoemu Barnabas, Okoemu Barnabas
  7. The Lame Schoolmaster, Asit Kumar Sanyal
  8. Schools place of transformation., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
  9. My schoolbag, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  10. Twelve First Days, Sana Olivia Hernandez
  13. Boring School, Prem Methuku
  14. Prisoners of Hope, Emone Emmanuel
  15. Moving Up, Ami White
  16. Back To School, But There Is A Coming War, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  17. Alankar (Decor) -170, Indira Renganathan
  18. School! ! !, Harshit Sheth
  19. School is fun, Supriya Prathapan
  20. School, M.Laurel Vijitha ...
  21. School can be..., Sam Chivers
  22. The Bromfords School, cameron weedon
  23. School's out, killed killa
  24. ansar ud deen, umoh cyril
  25. Welcome back To School!, Anthony Shurland Phillander
  26. The Lesson Left Untaught, Prince Tiwari
  27. School- My Palace, shivani pillai
  28. Surroundings-35, Indira Renganathan
  29. Poem of the Totem, Fox Tail
  30. School, ZaKyr Davis
  31. School V/s College, Ankit Gupta(ANSH)
  32. A Pulitzer Prize, Udiah (witness to Yah)
  33. School, Nikki Auu
  34. Back To School., Darlington Chukwunyere
  35. The School Days are near!, HudaM DeGratePoet
  36. fish swim, Shaun Shane
  37. Haiku - the old school bell, john tiong chunghoo
  38. Grade, Custous Angelus
  39. The lesson left untaught, Dashon Coleman
  40. school is not the life for me, michelle louise commons
  41. I Had To Skip School, Abegale Costilla
  42. School, Hayley K...
  43. .........Old-School, NikMorgan ...
  44. why me?, shannon taylor
  45. School Is Cool, Amber Rainer
  46. School, Parth Parekh
  47. School, Alison Mills
  48. School, One Self
  49. school school school, somebody u will never know
  50. Higher Education..., (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  51. The School Of Life, (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  52. School is Like, Darren Arrogante
  53. My Sweet School, Sherbanu Molu
  54. The School Of Life..., (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  55. On my way to school (ballad attempt), Venus Fire
  56. school, anees akbar
  57. Weirdo school, emma justin
  58. school, samantha macmillan
  59. The Perfect school, gautam sharma
  60. Back to School, Christina Phan
  61. school!, little angel
  62. Dancing On Tables, Margaret Alice
  63. going to school, Timothy Honeycutt
  64. School Is Out, Christina Phan
  65. Last day of my school, Muhammad Raza Master
  66. I Can't Go to School, jasmine shipp
  67. in school, Sally Minns
  68. saying good bye, lynsey kendrick
  69. what is school like?, Jacob Gifford
  70. School, david mitchell
  71. school, trevor adams
  72. School, Brian Aji
  73. School, mary simonson
  74. The Yellow School Bus, RaShawn Ince
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