“And still on 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 gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor, The highwayman comes… — Alfred Noyes Copy Share
“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize 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… — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
At a certain stage in his evolution, man himself had been able to lay hold upon a higher order of things, which raised him… — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
Outlawed, but not alone, for Love Is outlawed, too. You cannot banish us, proud world: We banish you. — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
Your God still walks in Eden, between the ancient trees, Where Youth and Love go wading through pools of primroses. And this is the… — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
Your dreamers may dream it The shadow of a dream, Your sages may deem it A bubble on the stream; Yet our kingdom draweth… — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
“And still on 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 gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor, The highwayman comes riding-- Riding--riding-- The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door. Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the… — Alfred Noyes Copy Share
Happy, happy, happy for all that God hath done, Glad of all the little leaves dancing in the sun. — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
Of the sayings of Christ in the Synoptic Gospels that can be compared to those in the fourth Gospel, there are one or two… — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
Heart of my heart, the world is young; Love lies hidden in every rose! — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
“The universe is neither centered on earth nor the sun. It is centered on God.” — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
Bring the buds of the hazel-copse, Where two lovers kissed at noon; Bring the crushed red wild-thyme tops Where they murmured under the moon… — Alfred Noyes Copy Share Image
