Poems by Alfred Noyes
The Highwayman
... She stood up, straight and still!Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot in the echoing night! ...
The Ballad of Dick Turpin
... Welcome, it said, Thoust ridden well, and outstript all but me ...
A Song of Sherwood
... The dead are coming back again, the years are rolled away ...
Fashions
... Yes, you'll need it again, though He's dead, sirs ...
Unity
... III. Heart of my heart, we are one with the wind, ...
The Matin-song of Friar Tuck
... II. If earthly dreams be touched with gleams ...
Compensations
... Nor the high stars their rhyme, ...
The Companions
... They rise like flowers, they wander on wings of light, ...
The Chimney-Sweeps Of Cheltenham
... -- O, there's music to be born, though we pluck the old fiddle-strings, ...
Dedication : To The Memory Of Cecil Spring-Rice
... He has joined the hosts that guard her with their love ...
Niobe
... Speaks, as a thorn-tree speaks thro one white flower ...
Song
... Where the roses were dry as the lips of the dead: ...
On A Mountain Top
... They breathe no out-worn prayer ...
The Lost Battle
... The world has crowned the " rebel's " brow ...
The Trumpet Call
... Too long the destroyers have worked their will, ...
