Alfred Noyes

(16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958 / Wolverhamton)

Alfred Noyes Poems

81. The Barrel-Organ 1/3/2003
82. Kilmeny (A Song Of The Trawlers) 1/3/2003
83. Shakespeare's Kingdom 1/3/2003
84. Sherwood 1/3/2003
85. Shadows On The Down 1/3/2003
86. Art 1/3/2003
87. Resurrection 1/3/2003
88. Song 1/3/2003
89. The Admiral's Ghost 12/9/2003
90. A Song Of Sherwood 1/3/2003
91. A Loom Of Years 1/1/2004
92. A Prayer In Time Of War 1/3/2003
93. Daddy Fell Into The Pond. 1/1/2004
94. The Highwayman 1/3/2003

Comments about Alfred Noyes

  • Ennyne (7/9/2018 5:14:00 AM)

    how about the God's gift poem of Alfred Noyes, its non existing?
    I have it in my Contemporary subject now and i can't find it.

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • 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

  • fetus_eater_666 (3/14/2018 10:57:00 AM)

    Sofia is next, ill eat ur fetus

  • fetus water (3/14/2018 10:56:00 AM)

    make sure to rub amniotic fluids on your face

  • happy jesus (3/14/2018 10:55:00 AM)

    sofia is a bully dont lt her on this site

  • wee abo (3/14/2018 10:54:00 AM)

    myfhghtffumergfnjhjsxGFExhyjawskszxfduslu

  • ROLAND (2/12/2018 9:31:00 PM)

    I was introduced to this as a song by Loreena McKennitt. Beautiful poem, beautiful song. PANDORA

  • 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?

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 ...

Read the full of The Highwayman

A Prayer In Time Of War

The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of our own ideas as to what is, and what is not, "intellectual."

Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea,
Whose footsteps are not known,
To-night a world that turned from Thee
Is waiting -- at Thy Throne.

The towering Babels that we raised
Where scoffing sophists brawl,

[Report Error]