alfred noyes

• gümbür gümbür nal sesleri altında alçak gönüllü yolu paylaşan toprağı bol olan ölü şair.
  (bkz: the high wayman)
• "wars we have sung. the blind, blood-boltered kings move with an epic music to their thrones. have you no song, then, of that nobler war? of those who strove for light, but could not dream even of this victory that they helped to win, silent discoverers, lonely pioneers, prisoners and exiles, martyrs of the truth who handed on the fire, from age to age."