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A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard. He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
The poem, set in 18th-century rural England, tells the story of an unnamed highwayman who is in love with Bess, a landlord's daughter. Betrayed to the authorities by Tim, a jealous ostler, the highwayman escapes ambush when Bess sacrifices her life to warn him.
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The Highwayman. Alfred Noyes. 1880 –. 1958. Part 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—.
‘The Highwayman’ by Alfred Noyes ( Poems) is a gothic narrative of tells of the story of the highwayman, the red coats who wanted to capture him, and his lover.
The Highwayman is an American action-adventure-themed television series starring Sam J. Jones, set in "the near future." It was created by Glen A. Larson and Douglas Heyes.
The Highwayman is a romantic poem written by Alfred Noyes, first published in a 1906 issue of Blackwood’s Edinburgh-based magazine.
May 13, 2011 · Alfred Noyes 1880 (Wolverhampton) – 1958 (Isle of Wight) The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
The Highwayman. by Alfred Noyes. 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.
The Highwayman. By Alfred Noyes. 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-.
