ac186bab57 Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high. He spurred to the west; he did not know who stoodBowed, with her head oer the musket, drenched with her own blood!Not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew grey to hearHow Bess, the landlords daughter, The landlords black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there. This is good for children. Source: Collected Poems (1947) back to topRelated Content Discover this poem's context and related poetry, articles, and media. Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard. 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 himwith her death. Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs 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 Ridingriding The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still. His face was white and peaked.His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,But he loved the landlords daughter, The landlords red-lipped daughter.
In The Highwayman, one of his best-known poems, Noyes displays his skill at writing narrative poetry reminiscent of his two biggest influences, Wordsworth and Tennyson.Continue reading this biographyback to topPoems By Alfred NoyesThe Hill-FlowersThe HighwaymanThe Barrel-OrganAt DawnNiobeOn The Western FrontThe Old Meeting HouseImmortal Sailsback to topPoem CategorizationSubjectsLove, Heartache & Loss, Infatuation & Crushes, Romantic Love, Relationships, Social Commentaries, Crime & Punishment, Heroes & PatriotismPoet's RegionEnglandPoetic TermsBalladRhymed StanzaIf you disagree with this poem's categorization make a suggestion.Other InformationBrowse Poems loading. And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened. Poetry Foundation NavigationAbout UsVisitContact UsNewslettersPoems& Poets Browse Poems Browse Poets Seasonal Poems Features Articles Audio & Podcasts Video Harriet: News & Community Resources Learning Lab Children's Poetry Young People's Poet Laureate POETRY Mobile App Programs & Initiatives Foundation Events Gallery Exhibitions Foundation Awards Poetry Foundation Library Harriet Monroe Poetry Institute Media Partnerships Poetry Out Loud Poetry Magazine June 2016 Heather Phillipson, Stanley Moss, Paul Hoover, Erin Belieu, John Hodgen, Joel Dias-Porter, Rodney Koeneke, Marilyn Chin, Mnica de la Torre, Marion McCready, Peter Gizzi, Mary Jo Bang, Alice Oswald, and more. Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, Im after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, Ill come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way. They drank his ale instead.But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed. 2016 Poetry Foundation . Skip to Main Content. Though his early work often evokes fantastic, dream-like, storybook emotions, his later poetry increasingly deals with religious themes. .. She strove no more for the rest.Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and bare in the moonlight; And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her loves refrain.