Alfred Noyes

(16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958 / Wolverhamton)

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  • PAUL H. WALL AGE 94 (4/17/2018 7:36:00 PM)

    MY FAVORITE POET. I NEVER KNEW THAT HE WROTE SO MANY POEMS. HE WAS A WHOLE HEARTED OPTIMIST. HE HEARS AN ORGAN-GRINDER IN THE STREETS OF LONDON: HIS HEART BEATS FASTER FOR THE HEARING, AS HAVE MILL

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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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Princeton, May, 1917

Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe,
And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died,
Looked through the ages; then, with eyes aglow,
Laid them to wait that future, side by side.


(Lines for a monument to the American and British soldiers of the Revolutionary War who fell on the Princeton battlefield and were buried in one grave.)

Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine
Through dogwood, red and white;

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