Alfred Noyes

(16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958 / Wolverhamton)

Alfred Noyes Poems

81. The Symphony 4/6/2010
82. The Trumpet Call 4/6/2010
83. The Union 4/6/2010
84. The Vindictive 4/6/2010
85. The War Widow 4/6/2010
86. The Young Friar 4/6/2010
87. To A Successful Man 4/6/2010
88. To The R.A.F 1/3/2003
89. Touchstone On A Bus 4/6/2010
90. Unity 4/6/2010
91. Veterans 4/6/2010
92. Victory 4/6/2010
93. What Grandfather Said 4/6/2010
94. Wireless. 4/6/2010

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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