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Hello ladies and gentlemen. Today, I'm going to read a beautiful poem named "The Highwayman," written by Alfred Noyes.
"The Highwayman" is a romantic ballad and narrative poem written by Alfred Noyes. It's about a highwayman, or a person who robs people on the highway, and the woman he loves.
"The Highwayman"
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the 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.
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.
He's hair was as black as a tinker's, his face was pale and peaked,
His chin was as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were dark and deep,
And he rode with a jeweled rapier, and a pistol at his hip.
He's voice was as dead as donor, his face was as pale as death,
His hair was as black as a tinker's, his eyes were dark and deep,
And he rode with a jeweled rapier, and a pistol at his hip.
He'd a big hat and a feather, and a coat of the claret velvet,
And breeches of brown doe-skin.
He's hair was as black as a tinker's, his face was pale and peaked,
His chin was as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were dark and deep,
And he rode with a jeweled rapier, and a pistol at his hip.
He was into the window and 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.
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
His musket he could hear it click, his eyes were dark and deep,
And he rode with a jeweled rapier, and a pistol at his hip.
His hair was as black as a tinker's, his face was pale and peaked,
His chin was as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were dark and deep,
And he rode with a jeweled rapier, and a pistol at his hip.
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart! I'm of a price tonight,
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!"
He rose round the sycamores, his spurs a-jingle,
His hair was as black as a tinker's, his face was pale and peaked,
His chin was as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were dark and deep,
And he rode with a jeweled rapier, and a pistol at his hip.
Then he kissed his horse in the moonlight,
Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!
Then he tucked his rein in the moonlight,
And hung up way to the west.
He did not come in the dawning,
He did not come at noon,
And out of the tawny sunset,
Before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon,
Looping the purple moor,
A red-coated troop came marching, marching, marching,
King George's men came marching up to the old inn-door.
"And still of a winter's night," they said,
"When the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas,
When as a road as a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding, riding, riding,
A highwayman comes riding up to the old inn-door."
Thank you and have a great day.