HIGHWAYMAN POEM ALFRED NOYES PDF

Each of these stanzas is again made up of six lines. The entire poem is a story told by Noyes to his readers. Part One The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.

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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 inndoor. And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

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. They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead, But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed; Two fo them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!

There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window; For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride. They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest; They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast! She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!

They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years, Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for rest! Had they heard it? This horse-hoofs ringing clear; Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill, The highwayman came riding, The red-coats looked to their priming!

She stood up, straight and still! Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot in the echoing night! Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light! Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight, Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him; with her death. Back, he spurred like a madman, shreiking a curse to the sky, with the white road smoking behind him, and his rapier brain dished high!

When they shot him down in the highway, Down like a dog on the highway, And he lay his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat. The highwayman, who passes by the inn to meet his lover, Bess, promises to come back to her the very next night. His insistence on not even letting the possibility of death be a barrier between them may act as a sign of inauspiciousness in the air. The soldiers arrive and decide to use Bess as bait to lay the trap for the highwayman by tying her up and keeping her still with a gun.

Unaware that it is Bess who has been shot, the highwayman flees only to return the next morning to take revenge into his own hands. Back he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky. Unsuccessful, he dies for his love as had Bess, who had sacrificed her life for love as well. Alfred Noyes uses the concepts of love and death in a manner of juxtaposition to allow his readers to observe the similarity of haunting-ness in them.

At the end, it is proven that love is more powerful than death as the highwaymen and his lover are reunited in death as their ghosts meet every night where he had made the promise to do so.

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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 inndoor. And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky. 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. They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead, But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed; Two fo them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side! There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window; For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride. They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest; They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!

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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. And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky. 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 moonliglt, and galloped away to the West. II They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead, But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed; Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side! There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window; For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

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Alfred Noyes

The structure The poem is written in 2 parts. Part 1 contains 6 stanzas while Part 2 contains 11 stanzas. The poet made extensive use of imagery, alliteration, metaphor, simile, personification and other poetic devices in conveying his message. The Meaning The highwayman in the poem is unnamed. He usually visits the lady at the inn. Later on, the highwayman was betrayed by a friend what wanted to hand him over to the British soldiers.

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