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The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes



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—


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.

Here is the class performance poem. The classteacher will work on this with you during September.



From the Witches' Chant-Macbeth

Round about the couldron go: 
In the poisones entrails throw. 
Toad,that under cold stone 
Days and nights has thirty-one 
Sweated venom sleeping got, 
Boil thou first in the charmed pot. 

Double,double toil and trouble; 
Fire burn and cauldron bubble. 

Fillet of a fenny snake, 
In the cauldron boil and bake; 
Eye of newt and toe of frog, 
Wool of bat and tongue of dog, 
Adder's fork and blindworm's sting, 
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing. 
For charm of powerful trouble, 
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. 
Double,double toil and trouble; 
Fire burn and couldron bubble. 

Scale of dragon,tooth of wolf, 
Witch's mummy, maw and gulf 
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark, 
Root of hemlock digg'd in the dark, 
Liver of blaspheming Jew; 
Gall of goat; andslips of yew 
silver'd in the moon's eclipse; 
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips; 
Finger of birth-strangled babe 
Ditch-deliver'd by the drab,- 
Make the gruel thick and slab: 
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, 
For ingrediants of our cauldron. 
Double,double toil and trouble, 
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

William Shakespeare :