Who is Alfred NoyesAlfred Noyes CBE (16 September 1880 – 25 June 1958) was an English poet, short-story writer and playwriter.
Noyes was born in Wolverhampton, England the son of Alfred and Amelia Adams Noyes. When he was four, the family moved to Aberystwyth, Wales, where his father taught Latin and Greek. The Welsh coast and mountains were an inspiration to Noyes.
In 1898, he left Aberystwyth for Exeter College, Oxford, where he distinguished himself at rowing, but failed to get his degree because he was meeting his publisher to arrange publication of his first volume of poems, The Loom of Years (1902) on a crucial day of his finals in 1903.
The Barrel-Organ and The Highwayman
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Alfred Noyes Poems
- William Herschel Conducts
Was it a dream?--that crowded concert-room
In Bath; that sea of ruffles and laced coats;
And William Herschel, in his powdered wig,
Waiting upon the platform, to conduct ...
(Celeste, in the Convent at Arcetri, writes to her old lover at Rome.) ...
- Sir John Herschel Remembers
True type of all, from his own father's hand
He caught the fire; and, though he carried it far
Into new regions; and, from southern fields
Of yellow lupin, added host on host ...
- Tycho Brake
They thought him a magician, Tycho Brahe, ...
- Five Criticisms - Ii
(On a certain goddess, acclaimed as "new" but known in Babylon.)
I saw the assembled artists of our day
Waiting for light, for music and for song. ...
Top 10 most used topics by Alfred NoyesNight 48 Heart 43 White 42 Deep 40 Light 39 Hear 35 Sea 35 Great 35 Earth 34 World 31
Alfred Noyes Quotes
Comments about Alfred NoyesGavcross: a supernatural reading for you. "midnight express" by alfred noyes - 9pm on
Mattievictoria9: “the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas…” an illustration inspired by alfred noyes’ poem, the highwayman! (and yes, make all the stand and deliver jokes you want, everyone else is, lol.)
Gnilwoce: 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— alfred noyes
Wolfmercury: the highwayman “and still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, when the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, when the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, a highwayman comes riding” - alfred noyes
_8mira8_: "look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight, i'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." alfred noyes
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