The Highway Man

babygal91

,United Kingdom

Next
Glog All
Glogs

Create new Glog

Choose from the following Glog templates to start:

All Glogs by babygal91

Flash

Embed this Glog

Stats:

14 views | 0 likes | 0 reposts

Private print

You can embed this Glog

Full size Glog 960x1300

Blog size glog 560x758

Feed size Glog 360x488

Text

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping 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, and a bunch of lace at his chin; He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin. They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh! And he rode with a jeweled twinkle-- His rapier hilt a-twinkle-- His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled 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

poster yourself

He stood 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 sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast, Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight (O sweet black waves in the moonlight!), And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away 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 over the purple moor, The redcoat troops came marching-- Marching--marching-- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

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 black-eyed daughter; Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say: "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 moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

Images

- bgr_paper_019
- 86906204_rL9mh2GT_highwayman
- 86906204_rL9mh2GT_highwayman

Comments:

gene450 added this comment 2011-10-06 06:05:16-05:00

Hello dear My name is gene(single). I was impressed when i saw your profile today at (emma4906.glogster.com) and i will like to establish a long lasting relationship with you. In addition,i will like you to reply me through this my private e-mail box(genesambo@yahoo.co.uk) Thanks waiting to hear from you soon. gene I will send to you my pictures in my next mail through this my mail box genesambo@yahoo.co.uk

Glogster Home page

The Highway Man

babygal91

Choose from the following Glog templates to start:

All Glogs by babygal91

Stats:

You can embed this Glog

Comments:

Tags

Choose from the following Glog templates to start:

All Glogs by babygal91

Share on:

Stats:

You can embed this Glog

Comments:

Tags