Alfred Noyes

The New Duckling By By Alfred Noyes

The New Duckling By By Alfred Noyes

The New Duckling ‘I want to be new,’ said the duckling. ‘O, ho!’ said the wise old owl, While the guinea-hen cluttered off chuckling To tell all the rest of the fowl. ‘I should like a more elegant figure,’ That child of a duck went on. ‘I should like to grow... »

Shadows On The Down By By Alfred Noyes

Shadows On The Down By By Alfred Noyes

Shadows On The Down When daffodils danced in Chuck Hatch, and white clouds Drew their own shadowy purple across the hills, Darkening the valley where the small flint church The Saxon built stood roofless to the sun, Believe me, Memory, it was not a shadow! No shadow of a cloud you saw that day Flowi... »

A Song Of Sherwood By By Alfred Noyes

A Song Of Sherwood By By Alfred Noyes

A Song Of Sherwood Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake? Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake, Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn, Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn. Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves Hear a ghostly bugle-note ... »

Unity By By Alfred Noyes

Unity By By Alfred Noyes

Unity I. 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 t... »

The Hills Of Youth By By Alfred Noyes

The Hills Of Youth By By Alfred Noyes

The Hills Of Youth Once, on the far blue hills, Alone with the pine and the cloud, in those high still places; Alone with a whisper of ferns and a chuckle of rills, And the peat-brown pools that mirrored the angels’ faces, Pools that mirrored the wood-pigeon’s grey-blue feather, And all my thistledo... »

Moving Through The Dew By By Alfred Noyes

Moving Through The Dew By By Alfred Noyes

Moving Through The Dew I Moving through the dew, moving through the dew, Ere I waken in the city—Life, thy dawn makes all things new! And up a fir-clad glen, far from all the haunts of men, Up a glen among the mountains, oh my feet are wings again! Moving through the dew, moving through the dew, O m... »

The Sussex Sailor By By Alfred Noyes

The Sussex Sailor By By Alfred Noyes

The Sussex Sailor O, once, by Cuckmere Haven, I heard a sailor sing Of shores beyond the sunset, And lands of lasting spring, Of blue lagoons and palm trees And isles where all was young; But this was ever the burden of ev’ry note he sung: “O, have you seen my true love A-walking in that... »

The Companions By By Alfred Noyes

The Companions By By Alfred Noyes

The Companions How few are they that voyage through the night On that eternal quest, For that strange light beyond our light, That rest beyond our rest. And they who, seeking beauty, once descry Her face, to most unknown; Thenceforth like changelings from the sky Must walk their road alone. So once ... »

Dead Man’s Morrice By By Alfred Noyes

Dead Man’s Morrice By By Alfred Noyes

Dead Man’s Morrice There came a crowder to the Mermaid Inn, One dark May night, Fiddling a tune that quelled our motley din, With quaint delight, It haunts me yet, as old lost airs will do, A phantom strain: _Look for me once, lest I should look for you, And look in vain._ In that old wood, wh... »

The Old Fool In The Wood By By Alfred Noyes

The Old Fool In The Wood By By Alfred Noyes

The Old Fool In The Wood ‘If I could whisper you all I know,’ Said the Old Fool in the Wood, ‘You’d never say that green leaves grow. You’d say, ‘Ah, what a happy mood The Master must be in today, To think such thoughts,’ That’s what you’d say.&#... »

Republic And Motherland By By Alfred Noyes

Republic And Motherland By By Alfred Noyes

Republic And Motherland (Written after entering New York Harbor at Daybreak) Up the vast harbor with the morning sun The ship swept in from sea; Gigantic towers arose, the night was done, And–there stood Liberty. Silent, the great torch lifted in one hand, The dawn in her proud eyes, Silent, f... »

A Prayer In Time Of War By By Alfred Noyes

A Prayer In Time Of War By By Alfred Noyes

A Prayer In Time Of War The war will change many things in art and life, and among them, it is to be hoped, many of our own ideas as to what is, and what is not, “intellectual.” Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea, Whose footsteps are not known, To-night a world that turned from Thee Is... »

To The R.A.F By By Alfred Noyes

To The R.A.F By By Alfred Noyes

To The R.A.F Never since English ships went out To singe the beard of Spain, Or English sea-dogs hunted death Along the Spanish Main, Never since Drake and Raleigh won Our freedom of the seas, Have sons of Britain dared and done More valiantly than these. Whether at midnight or at noon, Through mist... »

The Little Roads By By Alfred Noyes

The Little Roads By By Alfred Noyes

The Little Roads The great roads are all grown over That seemed so firm and white. The deep black forests have covered them. How should I walk aright? How should I thread these tangled mazes, Or grope to that far off light? I stumble round the thickets, and they turn me Back to the thickets and the ... »

Michael Oaktree By By Alfred Noyes

Michael Oaktree By By Alfred Noyes

Michael Oaktree Under an arch of glorious leaves I passed Out of the wood and saw the sickle moon Floating in daylight o’er the pale green sea. It was the quiet hour before the sun Gathers the clouds to prayer and silently Utters his benediction on the waves That whisper round the death-bed of... »

The Searchlights By By Alfred Noyes

The Searchlights By By Alfred Noyes

The Searchlights Political morality differs from individual morality, because there is no power above the State. — General von Bernardi. Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight, The lean black cruisers search the sea. Night-long their level shafts of light Revolve,and find no enemy. Only they kno... »

The Admiral’s Ghost By By Alfred Noyes

The Admiral’s Ghost By By Alfred Noyes

The Admiral’s Ghost I tell you a tale to-night Which a seaman told to me, With eyes that gleamed in the lanthorn light And a voice as low as the sea. You could almost hear the stars Twinkling up in the sky, And the old wind woke and moaned in the spars And the same old waves went by. Singing t... »

Daddy Fell Into The Pond. By By Alfred Noyes

Daddy Fell Into The Pond. By By Alfred Noyes

Daddy Fell Into The Pond. Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey. We had nothing to do and nothing to say. We were nearing the end of a dismal day, And there seemed to be nothing beyond, THEN Daddy fell into the pond! And everyone’s face grew merry and bright, And Timothy danced for sheer delight... »

The Old Grey Squirrel By By Alfred Noyes

The Old Grey Squirrel By By Alfred Noyes

The Old Grey Squirrel A great while ago there was a schoolboy who lived in a cottage by the sea, And the very first thing he could remember was the rigging of the schooners by the quay. He could watch ’em from his bedroom window with the big cranes a-hauling out the freight, And he used to dre... »

Princeton, May, 1917 By By Alfred Noyes

Princeton, May, 1917 By By Alfred Noyes

Princeton, May, 1917 Here Freedom stood by slaughtered friend and foe, And, ere the wrath paled or that sunset died, Looked through the ages; then, with eyes aglow, Laid them to wait that future, side by side. (Lines for a monument to the American and British soldiers of the Revolutionary War who fe... »

A New Madrigal To An Old Melody By By Alfred Noyes

A New Madrigal To An Old Melody By By Alfred Noyes

A New Madrigal To An Old Melody (It is supposed that Shadow-of-a-Leaf uses the word ‘clear’ in a more ancient sense of ‘beautiful.’) As along a dark pine-bough, in slender white mystery The moon lay to listen, above the thick fern, In a deep dreaming wood that is older than h... »

To A Successful Man By By Alfred Noyes

To A Successful Man By By Alfred Noyes

To A Successful Man (WHAT THE GHOSTS SAID.) And after all the labour and the pains, After the heaping up of gold on gold, After success that locked your feet in chains, And left you with a heart so tired and old, Strange-is it not?-to find your chief desire Is what you might have had for nothing the... »

The Highwayman By By Alfred Noyes

The Highwayman By By Alfred Noyes

The Highwayman 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 H... »

Memories Of The Pacific Coast By By Alfred Noyes

Memories Of The Pacific Coast By By Alfred Noyes

Memories Of The Pacific Coast I know a land, I, too, Where warm keen incense on the sea-wind blows, And all the winter long the skies are blue, And the brown deserts blossom with the rose. Deserts of all delight, Cactus and palm and earth of thirsty gold, Dark purple blooms round eaves of sun-washed... »

The Realms Of Gold By By Alfred Noyes

The Realms Of Gold By By Alfred Noyes

The Realms Of Gold (Written after hearing a line of Keats repeated by a passing stranger under the palms of Southern California.) Under the palms of San Diego Where gold-skinned Mexicans loll at ease, And the red half-moons of their black-pipped melons Drop from their hands in the sunset seas, And a... »

Song By By Alfred Noyes

Song By By Alfred Noyes

Song I came to the door of the House of Love And knocked as the starry night went by; And my true love cried “Who knocks?” and I said “It is I.” And Love looked down from a lattice above Where the roses were dry as the lips of the dead: “There is not room in the House o... »

Cotton-Wool By By Alfred Noyes

Cotton-Wool By By Alfred Noyes

Cotton-Wool Shun the brush and shun the pen, Shun the ways of clever men, When they prove that black is white, Whey they swear that wrong is right, When they roast the singing stars Like chestnuts, in between the bars, _Children, let a wandering fool Stuff your ears with cotton-wool._ When you see a... »

The Moon Is Up By By Alfred Noyes

The Moon Is Up By By Alfred Noyes

The Moon Is Up The moon is up, the stars are bright. the wind is fresh and free! We’re out to seek the gold tonight across the silver sea! The world is growing grey and old: break out the sails again! We’re out to see a Realm of Gold beyond the Spanish Main. We’re sick of all the c... »

Peace In A Palace By By Alfred Noyes

Peace In A Palace By By Alfred Noyes

Peace In A Palace ‘You were weeping in the night,’ said the Emperor, ‘Weeping in your sleep, I am told.’ ‘It was nothing but a dream,’ said the Empress; But her face grew gray and old. ‘You thought you saw our German God defeated?’ ‘Oh, no!’... »

A Loom Of Years By By Alfred Noyes

A Loom Of Years By By Alfred Noyes

A Loom Of Years In the light of the silent stars that shine on the struggling sea, In the weary cry of the wind and the whisper of flower and tree, Under the breath of laughter, deep in the tide of tears, I hear the Loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years. The leaves of the winter wither and... »

The Young Friar By By Alfred Noyes

The Young Friar By By Alfred Noyes

The Young Friar When leaves broke out on the wild briar, And bells for matins rung, Sorrow came to the old friar – Hundreds of years ago it was! – And May came to the young. The old was ripening for the sky, The young was twenty-four. The Franklin’s daughter passed him by, Reading a painted mi... »

The Ghost Of The New World By By Alfred Noyes

The Ghost Of The New World By By Alfred Noyes

The Ghost Of The New World ‘_There are no ghosts in America._’ There are no ghosts, you say, To haunt her blaze of light; No shadows in her day, No phantoms in her night. Columbus’ tattered sail Has passed beyond our hail. What? On that magic coast, Where Raleigh fought with fate, ... »

Kilmeny (A Song Of The Trawlers) By By Alfred Noyes

Kilmeny (A Song Of The Trawlers) By By Alfred Noyes

Kilmeny (A Song Of The Trawlers) Dark, dark, lay the drifters, against the red west, As they shot their long meshes of steel overside; And the oily green waters were rocking to rest When Kilmeny went out, at the turn of the tide. And nobody knew where that lassie would roam, For the magic that calle... »

The Reward Of Song By By Alfred Noyes

The Reward Of Song By By Alfred Noyes

The Reward Of Song _Why do we make our music?_ Oh, blind dark strings reply: Because we dwell in a strange land And remember a lost sky. We ask no leaf of the laurel, We know what fame is worth; But our songs break out of our winter As the flowers break out on the earth. And we dream of the unknown ... »

Sunlight And Sea By By Alfred Noyes

Sunlight And Sea By By Alfred Noyes

Sunlight And Sea Give me the sunlight and the sea And who shall take my heaven from me? Light of the Sun, Life of the Sun, O happy, bold companion, Whose golden laughters round me run, Making wine of the blue air With wild-rose kisses everywhere, Browning the limb, flushing the cheek, Apple-fragrant... »

Compensations By By Alfred Noyes

Compensations By By Alfred Noyes

Compensations Not with a flash that rends the blue Shall fall the avenging sword. Gently as the evening dew Descends the mighty Lord. His dreadful balances are made To move with moon and tide; Yet shall not mercy be afraid Nor justice be denied. The dreams that seemed to waste away, The kindliness f... »

The Matin-Song Of Friar Tuck By By Alfred Noyes

The Matin-Song Of Friar Tuck By By Alfred Noyes

The Matin-Song Of Friar Tuck I. If souls could sing to heaven’s high King As blackbirds pipe on earth, How those delicious courts would ring With gusts of lovely mirth! What white-robed throng could lift a song So mellow with righteous glee As this brown bird that all day long Delights my hawt... »

Peace By By Alfred Noyes

Peace By By Alfred Noyes

Peace Give me the pulse of the tide again And the slow lapse of the leaves, The rustling gold of a field of grain And a bird in the nested eaves; And a fishing-smack in the old harbour Where all was happy and young; And an echo or two of the songs I knew When songs could still be sung. For I would e... »

Wireless By By Alfred Noyes

Wireless By By Alfred Noyes

Wireless. Now to those who search the deep, Gleam of Hope and Kindly Light, Once, before you turn to sleep, Breathe a message through the night. Never doubt that they’ll receive it. Send it, once, and you’ll believe it. Wrecks that burn against the stars, Decks where death is wallowing g... »

Touchstone On A Bus By By Alfred Noyes

Touchstone On A Bus By By Alfred Noyes

Touchstone On A Bus Last night I rode with Touchstone on a bus From Ludgate Hill to World’s End. It was he! Despite the broadcloth and the bowler hat, I knew him, Touchstone, the wild flower of folly, The whetstone of his age, the scourge of kings, The madcap morning star of elfin-land, Who us... »

The Elfin Artist By By Alfred Noyes

The Elfin Artist By By Alfred Noyes

The Elfin Artist In a glade of an elfin forest When Sussex was Eden-new, I came on an elvish painter And watched as his picture grew, A harebell nodded beside him. He dipt his brush in the dew. And it might be the wild thyme round him That shone in the dark strange ring; But his brushes were bees... »

Immortal Sails By By Alfred Noyes

Immortal Sails By By Alfred Noyes

Immortal Sails Now, in a breath, we’ll burst those gates of gold, And ransack heaven before our moment fails. Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old, We’ll mount and sing and spread immortal sails. It is not time that makes eternity. Love and an hour may quite out-span the years, And give us mor... »

The People’s Fleet By By Alfred Noyes

The People’s Fleet By By Alfred Noyes

The People’s Fleet OUT of her darkened fishing-ports they go, A fleet of little ships, whose every name – Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose and Surf and Snow, Bums in this blackness like an altar-flame; Out of her past they sail, three thousand strong, The people’s fleet that never knew its... »

Slave And Emperor By By Alfred Noyes

Slave And Emperor By By Alfred Noyes

Slave And Emperor ‘Our cavalry have rescued Nazareth from the enemy whose supermen described Christianity as a creed for slaves.’ The Emperor mocked at Nazareth In his almighty hour. The Slave that bowed himself to death And walked with slaves in Nazareth, What were his words but wasted ... »

Beethoven In Central Park By By Alfred Noyes

Beethoven In Central Park By By Alfred Noyes

Beethoven In Central Park (After a glimpse of a certain monument in New York, during the Victory Celebration) The thousand-windowed towers were all alight. Throngs of all nations filled that glittering way; And, rich with dreams of the approaching day, Flags of all nations trampled down the night. N... »

The Man Who Discovered The Use Of A Chair By By Alfred Noyes

The Man Who Discovered The Use Of A Chair By By Alfred Noyes

The Man Who Discovered The Use Of A Chair The man who discovered the use of a chair, _Odds–bobs– What a wonderful man!_ He used to sit down on it, tearing his hair, Till he thought of a highly original plan. For years he had sat on his chair, like you, _Quite–still! But his looks w... »

On The Western Front By By Alfred Noyes

On The Western Front By By Alfred Noyes

On The Western Front I I found a dreadful acre of the dead, Marked with the only sign on earth that saves. The wings of death were hurrying overhead, The loose earth shook on those unquiet graves; For the deep gun-pits, with quick stabs of flame, Made their own thunders of the sunlit air; Yet, as I ... »

Victory By By Alfred Noyes

Victory By By Alfred Noyes

Victory I. Before those golden altar-lights we stood, Each one of us remembering his own dead. A more than earthly beauty seemed to brood On that hushed throng, and bless each bending head. Beautiful on that gold, the deep-sea blue Of those young seamen, ranked on either side, Blent with the khaki, ... »

The Vindictive By By Alfred Noyes

The Vindictive By By Alfred Noyes

The Vindictive How should we praise those lads of the old Vindictive Who looked Death straight in the eyes, Till his gaze fell, In those red gates of hell? England, in her proud history, proudly enrolls them, And the deep night in her remembering skies With purer glory Shall blazon their grim story.... »

The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel By By Alfred Noyes

The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel By By Alfred Noyes

The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel Old Grey Squirrel might have been Almost anything – Might have been a soldier, sailor, Tinker, tailor (Never a beggar-man, though, nor thief). Might have been, perhaps, a king, Or an Indian chief. He remained a City clerk Doubled on a great high stool, Totti... »

Five Critcisms By By Alfred Noyes

Five Critcisms By By Alfred Noyes

Five Critcisms I. (_On many recent novels by the conventional unconventionalists_.) Old Pantaloon, lean-witted, dour and rich, After grim years of soul-destroying greed, Weds Columbine, that April-blooded witch ‘Too young’ to know that gold was not her need. Then enters Pierrot, young, r... »

The Old Meeting House By By Alfred Noyes

The Old Meeting House By By Alfred Noyes

The Old Meeting House Its quiet graves were made for peace till Gabriel blows his horn. Those wise old elms could hear no cry Of all that distant agony— Only the red-winged blackbird, and the rustle of thick ripe corn. The blue jay, perched upon that bronze, with bright unweeting eye Could never rea... »

Sherwood By By Alfred Noyes

Sherwood By By Alfred Noyes

Sherwood Sherwood in the twilight, is Robin Hood awake? Grey and ghostly shadows are gliding through the brake; Shadows of the dappled deer, dreaming of the morn, Dreaming of a shadowy man that winds a shadowy horn. Robin Hood is here again: all his merry thieves Hear a ghostly bugle-note shivering ... »

At Dawn By By Alfred Noyes

At Dawn By By Alfred Noyes

At Dawn O Hesper-Phosphor, far away Shining, the first, the last white star, Hear’st thou the strange, the ghostly cry, That moan of an ancient agony From purple forest to golden sky Shivering over the breathless bay? It is not the wind that wakes with the day; For see, the gulls that wheel and call... »

The Lost Battle By By Alfred Noyes

The Lost Battle By By Alfred Noyes

The Lost Battle It is not over yet-the fight Where those immortal dreamers failed. They stormed the citadels of night, And the night praised them-and prevailed. So long ago the cause was lost We scarce distinguish friend from foe; But-if the dead can help it most- The armies of the dead will grow. T... »

On A Mountain Top By By Alfred Noyes

On A Mountain Top By By Alfred Noyes

On A Mountain Top On this high altar, fringed with ferns That darken against the sky, The dawn in lonely beauty burns And all our evils die. The struggling sea that roared below Is quieter than the dew, Quieter than the clouds that flow Across the stainless blue. On this bare crest, the angels kneel... »

Veterans By By Alfred Noyes

Veterans By By Alfred Noyes

Veterans When the last charge sounds And the battle thunders o’er the plain, Thunders o’er the trenches where the red streams flow, Will it not be well with us, Veterans, veterans, If, beneath your torn old flag, we burst upon the foe? When the last post sounds And the night is on the ba... »

The Union By By Alfred Noyes

The Union By By Alfred Noyes

The Union You that have gathered together the sons of all races, And welded them into one, Lifting the torch of your Freedom on hungering faces That sailed to the setting sun; You that have made of mankind in your own proud regions The music of man to be, How should the old earth sing of you, now, a... »

The Double Fortress By By Alfred Noyes

The Double Fortress By By Alfred Noyes

The Double Fortress Time, wouldst thou hurt us? Never shall we grow old. Break as thou wilt these bodies of blind clay, Thou canst not touch us here, in our stronghold, Where two, made one, laugh all thy powers away. Though ramparts crumble and rusty gates grow thin, And our brave fortress dwine to ... »

Fishers Of Men By By Alfred Noyes

Fishers Of Men By By Alfred Noyes

Fishers Of Men Long, long ago, He said, He who could wake the dead And walk upon the sea- ‘Come, follow Me. Leave your brown nets and bring Only your hearts to sing, Only your souls to pray, Rise, come away. Shake out your spirit-sails, And brave those wilder gales, And I will make you then Fi... »

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