The poem tells the tragic story of two lovers, a highwayman and the landlord's daughter Bess, who sacrifice themselves for one another. When the highwayman is pursued by redcoat soldiers, Bess helps him escape by distracting the soldiers with her death. Upon learning of her death, the distraught highwayman attacks the soldiers but is killed. The poem suggests their love continues even after death, as the highwayman is said to still ride up to the old inn where Bess waits for him.

1. Alfred Noyes
The Highwayman

2. The title - The Highwayman
- by Alfred Noyes
- poem is set in the near past - the reign
of King George.
Main characters
The Highwayman and Bess
The plot - two lovers who meet death
in unfortunate and unforeseen events.
The Highwayman

3. • unforeseen events triggered by
- unexpected and sudden change
- The two lovers risk their lives for each
other.
- a tragic tale of love, jealousy and final
bravery.
The poet uses techniques to create action, drama,
passion and tension.
- first stanza – focuses on setting the scene
- particular attention given to the mood and atmosphere
- language use creating both action and tension.
The Highwayman

4. Use of metaphors :Use of metaphors :
torrent of darkness, ghostly galleon, ribbon of moonlighttorrent of darkness, ghostly galleon, ribbon of moonlight
- create a vivid image of mystery, coldness and death.- create a vivid image of mystery, coldness and death.
- creates the link between atmosphere and mood with the horrid- creates the link between atmosphere and mood with the horrid
deaths of The Highwayman and Bess.deaths of The Highwayman and Bess.
evident as ¦ “death at every window” suggests there wasevident as ¦ “death at every window” suggests there was
no hope for Bessno hope for Bess
makes us see the characters from their perspective
more clearly
The Highwayman

5. It is the reader who decides to become involved with any
one of the characters.
In the end, The Highwayman (a violent life) will die a violent
death
but the landlord’s daughter - unfortunate violent death
(pathos).
Their love for each other saved him but Bess’s loyalty to
The Highwayman, cost her dearly as she sacrificed her life
to save him.
repeating stanzas give unity to the story/ballad
The Highwayman

6. PART ONE
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.
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.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
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.

7. Repeating through stanzas give the reader the sense that
although their lives have ended horridly their love lives on.
Another technique the poet uses : adjectives such as gusty
trees, cloudy seas and purple moor - adding effective detail
to imagery
gives the idea of narrative texture to the poem

8. PART ONE
And dark in the dark 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—
“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.”
He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in 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,
(O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

9. Continued use of metaphors throughout the poem
frosty silence - echoing night
Stanza four :
his eyes were hollows of madness - the road was a gypsy’s ribbon
Stanza seven :
continues to maintain suspension and thrill.
repeated use of the word moonlight throughout plays a
significance part
links with the atmosphere,
mood or setting the scene
AND also with death and sorrow. Definitely linked
The Highwayman

10. PART TWO
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-coat troop came marching— Marching—marching—
King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
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 her casement, the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast!
“Now, keep good watch!” and they kissed her. She heard the doomed 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!

11. The Highwayman is riding up to the old inn door to meet his love
repetition of Riding, Riding, Riding- Marching, Marching … suggests :
- emphasis and to signal imminent distress/tension
– on his horse for an extremely long time
– sound sense unity as the Highwayman was coming nearer and
nearer to Bess
– Her face shined – fear and danger (foreshadowing of her untimely
death in sacrifice)
The Highwayman

12. PART TWO
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her 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,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle 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.
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs 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.
.

13. Bess pulled the trigger and warned him with her death
Repetition of Moonlight, moonlight
Bess was acting in the moonlight.
Her musket shot shattered the moon’s lights.
The Highwayman

14. PART TWO
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.
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 blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, and 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.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shouting a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.
Blood red were his spurs in 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.
.

15. When the Highwayman discovered Bess was dead,
he :
chased after the troops
was consumed with grief and rage.
held up his sword to attack them,
knew that they outnumbered him
was aware he was going to die.

16. This suggests :
troops shot the Highwayman on the road
“Down like a dog” - the troops had no respect for him
chasing after him and shooting the man suggests their
intention had always been to shoot the Highwayman
and not to let him live

17. PART TWO
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.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
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.
.

18. The story is a never-ending tale in poetic narrative form
with a hint of horror at the suggestion that the lovers
are still to be seen in the countryside – one looking for
the other and perhaps never being able to meet, not
even after their tragic sacrifice

19. "Over The Hills And Far Away"
(originally by Gary Moore)
They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.
They marched him to the station house,
he waited for the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.
He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Where he had been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms he swears he'll be.
Over the hills and far away. Over the hills …
Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms he swears she'll be.