Alfred Noyes
Alfred Noyes
Alfred Noyes CBE was an English poet, short-story writer and playwright, best known for his ballads, "The Highwayman" and "The Barrel-Organ"...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth16 September 1880
cloudy ghostly moon seas
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas
acts associates john luke peter
St. Luke again associates St. John with St. Peter in the Acts of the Apostles, when, after the Resurrection, that strange boldness had come upon the disciples.
purple way hills
Oh, grown-ups cannot understand, And grown-ups never will, How short the way to fairyland Across the purple hill.
dancing done littles
Happy, happy, happy for all that God hath done, Glad of all the little leaves dancing in the sun.
life dream earthquakes
Your dreamers may dream it The shadow of a dream, Your sages may deem it A bubble on the stream; Yet our kingdom draweth nigher With each dawn and every day, Through the earthquake and the fire Love will find out the way.
distance sky sea
There’s a magic in the distance, where the sea-line meets the sky.
life lying heart
Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose!
memories father reality
If ever I had any doubts about the fundamental realities of religion, they could always be dispelled by one memory- the light upon my father's face as he came back from early communion.
flower tolls fading
Beauty is a fading flower,Truth is but a wizard's tower,Where a solemn death-bell tolls,And a forest round it rolls.
moon doors wind
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.
love-is proud world
Outlawed, but not alone, for Love Is outlawed, too. You cannot banish us, proud world: We banish you.
moon two bud
Bring the buds of the hazel-copse, Where two lovers kissed at noon; Bring the crushed red wild-thyme tops Where they murmured under the moon....
way bars hell
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.
life song lying
Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose! Every song that the skylark sung Once, we thought, must come to a close: Now we know the spirit of song, Song that is merged in the chant of the whole, Hand in hand as we wander along, What should we doubt of the years that roll?