Alfred Noyes

(16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958 / Wolverhamton)

Alfred Noyes Poems

41. The Loom Of Years 4/6/2010
42. The Little Roads 4/6/2010
43. The Island Hawk 4/6/2010
44. Moving Through The Dew 4/6/2010
45. The New Duckling 4/6/2010
46. Beethoven In Central Park 4/6/2010
47. The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel 4/6/2010
48. An Open Boat 4/6/2010
49. The Old Grey Squirrel 4/6/2010
50. Five Critcisms 4/6/2010
51. Old Japan 4/6/2010
52. The Old Fool In The Wood 4/6/2010
53. On The Western Front 4/6/2010
54. Lines For A Sun-Dial 4/6/2010
55. To A Successful Man 4/6/2010
56. The Man Who Discovered The Use Of A Chair 4/6/2010
57. The Lost Battle 4/6/2010
58. Haunted In Old Japan 4/6/2010
59. Cotton-Wool 4/6/2010
60. Sunlight And Sea 4/6/2010
61. Alzuna 4/6/2010
62. On A Mountain Top 4/6/2010
63. Immortal Sails 4/6/2010
64. Cap'N Storm-Along 4/6/2010
65. The Open Door 4/6/2010
66. Fashions 4/6/2010
67. The Moon Is Up 4/6/2010
68. Dedication : To The Memory Of Cecil Spring-Rice 4/6/2010
69. A New Madrigal To An Old Melody 4/6/2010
70. Peace 4/6/2010
71. At Dawn 4/6/2010
72. Epilogue 4/6/2010
73. The Searchlights 1/3/2003
74. The Sussex Sailor 1/3/2003
75. Dead Man's Morrice 4/6/2010
76. To The R.A.F 1/3/2003
77. Princeton, May, 1917 1/3/2003
78. The Matin-Song Of Friar Tuck 1/3/2003
79. Shadows On The Down 1/3/2003
80. The Elfin Artist 1/1/2004

Comments about Alfred Noyes

  • Margaret Mackenzie (11/21/2007 9:57:00 AM)

    One of my favouite lyric poets, but can't find a copy of his ' cradle song of the madonna'(also seen titled 'the Madonnas' lullaby') on line..Can anyone help?

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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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Sherwood

Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake?
Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake;
Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn,
Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn.

Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves
Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering through the leaves,
Calling as he used to call, faint and far away,
In Sherwood, in Sherwood, about the break of day.

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