The Highwayman"-- Alfred Noyes

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highwayman
Junior Member

since 1999-12-29

Posts 42
Cookeville, Tennessee, usa

0 posted 1999-12-30 05:10 AM

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a gostly galleon tossed upon cloudly 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.

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 a never a wrinkle: nhis boots were up to the thigh!
    And he rode with a jeweled twinkle,
    His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jeweled 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 landlords black-eyed daughter,
    Bess, the landlords 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 maddness, his hair like mouldy hay,
    But he loved the landlords daughter,
    The landlords red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and heard the robber say;
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and hurry me through the day,
    Then look for me by the moonlight,
    Watch for me by the moonlight,
I'll come to thee by the 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 moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

This is the first half to my favorit poem in the world.  It seems that I am not the only one out htere that likes it, just some like it in song.  They both are good,  just thought I would share some of it with you.

Isis
Member Ascendant

since 1999-09-06

Posts 6296
Sunny Queensland

1 posted 1999-12-30 06:00 AM

Ah Mike glad to see the poem, one of my favourites and glad you said whom it was by like a good fellow.
This is a wonderous tale

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. (Plato)
~Isis~
(Daughter of Mystery)

Echo Rhayne
Senior Member

since 1999-09-17

Posts 1495
Canyon Country, CA

2 posted 1999-12-30 07:46 AM

=o) me likes!

~*~ Hell is not a place of fire and a devil with a tail and horns. But a place of torment because the light of God is gone. To escape this, accept the blood of Jesus Christ! ~*~

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