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1 by Alfred Noyes

2 Menu

3 The Poem

4 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. The Highwayman

5 He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky. II

6 Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. III

7 And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say- IV

8 "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm 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, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way." V

9 He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand, But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!) Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West. VI

10 He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon; And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon, When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, A red-coat troop came marching- Marching-marching- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door. Part 2 I

11 They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead, But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed; Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side! There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window; For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride. II

12 They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest; They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast! “Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say- Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way! III

13 She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good! The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers! She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years, Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, IV

14 The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest! Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel 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 love's refrain. V

15 Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs 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, Riding, riding! The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up straight and still! VI

16 Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night! Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light! 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 him-with her death. VII

17 He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood! Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear How Bess, the landlord's daughter, The landlord's black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there. VIII

18 Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat, When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway, And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat. IX

19 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- Riding-riding- A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. X

20 Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard, And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred; He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair. XI

21 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. The Highwayman 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. Metaphors

22 And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say- And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say- IV Metaphors

23 And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say- And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked; His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay, But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter, Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say- IV Similes

24 Introduction A Highwayman was a robber on horseback who held up and robbed people who were travelling by coach and horses. Highwaymen thrived in England in the seventeenth and eighteenth century, becoming legendary and romantic figures. Highwaymen were "as common as crows" from around 1650 to In an age where travel was already hazardous due to the lack of decent roads, no one rode alone without fear of being robbed, and people often joined company or hired escorts. Travellers often wrote their wills before they travelled.

25 Lies, Exaggeration and Truth The legend of the highwayman is that of a gentleman. High or low born, the legendary highwayman dressed well (with a kerchief over his face), was well-mannered, and used threats rather than violence. "Stand and Deliver" and "Your money or your life," were his greetings. This legend is one of long standing. In 1737 the Abbe le Blanc wrote of Englishmen's attitudes toward highwaymen: "Tales of their cunning and generosity were in the mouths of everybody, and a noted thief was a kind of hero.”

26 Highwaymen's Haunts The four main roads to London were infamous for their criminal activity. On the Great Western Road, Hounslow Heath was notorious for its highwaymen. Robbers on the Great North Road included Dick Turpin. The Dover Road had two infamous spots, Gad's Hill and Shooter's Hill. And John Cotinton, aka "Mulled Sack," stole 4,000 pounds from an army wagon on the Oxford Road. Salisbury Plain was also noted for its highwaymen. The establishment of the public stagecoach in 1658 gave highwaymen a new target. Security and transportation improved somewhat after 1734 when the coaches began to carry mail, but despite the greater speed and increased escort there was no guarantee of safety.

27 Highwaymen's Demise The demise of the highwayman began with the establishment of the Horse Patrol around London in 1805, and was furthered by the founding of the Metropolitan Police in Although highwaymen persisted in isolated areas, the growth of a paid police force meant their heyday was over. The last major gang was the "the Hanham and Cock-road Gang," a group of five men who robbed and brutalized residents around Brislington and Kensham. They were apprehended by a police sergeant in 1850.

28 Unusual Words 1 Casement: A window frame; often used in poetry to mean window. Galleon: A large sailing ship. Harry: To harass or worry. Breeches: Trousers that go down to the knee, worn for riding Claret: A purplish-red colour The female of a deer, hare or rabbit Doe:

29 Unusual Words 2 Ostler: A stableman usually at an inn. Tawny: A light brown or brownish-orange colour. Hilt: The handle of a dagger or sword. Rapier: A long narrow two-edged sword. Torrent: A fast flowing stream of water.

30 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. The Highwayman 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. The Rhyme

31 This is the original version of The Highwayman, copyrighted 1906, Metaphors and Similes are used in figurative language to compare and contrast different objects or ideas. They are formed when words are put together so skilfully they conjure up pictures in your minds. When using a metaphor the poet speaks of an object or idea as if it were another object. In "The Highwayman" Alfred Noyes says, "The wind was a torrent of darkness and the Moon was a ghostly galleon" Notes

32 1) Which lines tell you what the weather is like when the poem begins. 2) Which lines tell you what the Highwayman was wearing. 3) What does Bess the landlord's daughter look like? 4) Which lines tell you what she looked like. 5) What does Tim the ostler look like? 6) Where is the Highwayman going after he leaves Bess? Questions 1

33 7) What did King George's men do when they arrived at the inn? 8) Why did the men come to the inn? 9) Describe how the soldiers tied Bess up. 10) What are the words the poet has used to describe the sound of the Highwayman's horse. 11) Why did Bess decide to shoot herself? 12) How do you think King George's men found out that the Highwayman was going to be at the inn? Questions 2

34 13) The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. (a) Is this a simile or a metaphor? (b) What is the poet comparing the moon to? (c) Describe in you own words what the moon looked like. 14) His face burned like a brand. (a) Is this a simile or a metaphor? (b) What do you think his face looked like? Questions 3


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