Friday, 29 March 2013

Fire place pagoda.

The highwayman by Alfred Noyes

More early homework.
This one is a collage of the poem the highwayman by Alfred Noyes.

Alfred Noyes (1880-1958)
The Highwayman



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,
And 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.


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 i' 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,
(Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.



He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
King George's men came matching, 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 barrel beneath her breast!
"Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her.
She heard the dead 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!


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 barrel 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 horse-hoofs 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!


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 red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, 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, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' 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 the bunch of lace at his throat.

* * * * * *


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—
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.

The above poem can be found in print, for example, in:
Noyes, Alfred. Collected Poems. New York: Frederick A.
Stokes Company, 1913.
A recording of the poem being sung can be found on:

McKennitt, Loreena. The Book of Secrets [CD]. Burbank, CA:
Warner Bros. Records Inc., 1997.

Debussy La Mer

This is another one of my early homeworks I have recovered from the school.
The task I chose was to listen to a piece of music and draw what you think, so I did!

The harrowing of the shires.

Earlier this year I made this homework with my friend.
It is set after the battle of Hastings when the Normans have marched up north and massacred Yorkshire, and killed a lot of Saxons.

Thursday, 28 March 2013

More sad things.

I did this picture for my teacher who is leaving today.

Happy Easter!

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Sad things.

Sorry people no more arty homework!
The school has banned the creative homework:where they give you a chart of choices (normally arty homework choices!)But now they give us pink books with little portions of tests in each topic.
I guess it makes all the homework is stackable, so they can put it in crates and send it to other schools for fifty pounds each book and then the other schools can rub out the names of the original students and then write their students names on and pretend they did the work as well as their own homework books, to prove to the ofsted they do more work!

Thursday, 21 March 2013

Easter R.E homework

This is my homework for the week.
 I used coloured inks,
 and a little bit of biro
 to create this illustration
 of the poem 
 by William Blake.

Wednesday, 13 March 2013

My adventure in the snow

When I woke up, the room beheld a ghastly draft!
I then got out of my bed and stumbled to the window.
I drew open the red and black curtains, I peered out, the sight I saw was exhilarating the garden was soaked in white bliss of icy snow I sped down the bristly stairs, and then called upstairs to mum "it's snowing!!"a gruffly groan replied to my exciting shout of joy!
I ignored the moan, and once again I sped past the stairs!
I was sure to find two lumps of cushions and covers of exhaustion but I only found one!
Mum rustled out of all the cosy covers but not dad!?
"Where's dad?"I curiously asked mum.
"Probably went to work."she mumbled.
What! I thought "darn it! Mum hates the snow, she'll just stay in bed for the rest of the day, like a baby!and I won't be able to sledge on the hill!"
I plodded into my room as I thought that it wouldn't be to bad, I could blog and get on with my comics all day!
I suddenly saw a joker and batman mask pinned onto my blog area!
I smiled!
I phoned my best friend, rye, to see of he was going sledging.he was.
When mum came in she said "I'll take you sledging! But don't throw any snowballs!"
"Rye is going at eleven a.m."
We rapidly pulled our kit on and slapped a load of wax on the plastic skates of my navy blue sledge!
I plunged my foot into the white frost, dragging the sledge behind me.
I reached the pavement of Our Street, the snow was thicker and more hefty than a few months ago.
Underneath the soft snow lay a narrow and long pane of slippery ice.
Then I spotted grumpy men shovel the grand snow off the pavement I was depressed greatly by that!
I focused onto the fun once more, I held the sledge firmly and attempted to get myself into the sledge, and off we go!
The sledge increased its speed as it bit into the ice, I then looked back and saw mum shuffling through the snow!
I crashed onto the left side of the road and waited patiently for mum.
From there on I didn't sledge down the roads because of the black slush, instead I trudged through the snow toward the reservoir that was splashed with thin ice, I had wrapped the string of the sledge round my waist so the sledge protected my back from being massacred by opponent's snowballs.we both reached a steep road covered with ice, so we carefully climbed this mountain of horror!
Eventually, we reached the top there I found a tiny tall and incredibly steep path way.
I didn't know all the other ways too the hill so I started to clamber up.
"Are you for real?!"cried mum.
"Yeah, you can go the other way, I'll carry on lone."I answered.
The passage was hard to climb and bristled everywhere I looked, I fell many times but finally conquered this incompleteness.
I shouted"IN YOUR FACE!!"
I then carried on with my impenetrable adventure!
I entered a glen of wilderness, the floor possessed mini bumps of ice. I fell on my face a few times.
I exited the green glen and found myself in a land of white nothingness!
The wind was mighty in that place, tornados of snow danced round me, I couldn't hear anything except my sledge flying in the wind, pulling tightly on my wet hand!
I felt like gengis khan of the Mongols making his way about snowy Mongolia.
At last I saw another bushy glen but this time the ground was full of slushy mud.
I sat in my sledge and sawed down the muddy track!
I flew out of the gloomy glen and onto a snowy hill, my sledge jumped into the air with me still on it, for I had just tobogganed onto a icy ramp.
I smashed into a mound of snow.
Finally, I had found the hill!
People were gathering from every path!
There I met Richard, one of my friends dad,I asked him if he had seen rye.
But he said no!
I searched round the hill trying to find him but he wasn't to be seen anywhere!
On the hill the snow was about one metre high!
Mum found me a few five minutes later.
When I was fed up looking for rye, appeared from behind the shrubbery!
I briskly sledged down to him!
"I've been looking for you for ages man!"I said.
"Sorry, mum decided too come a bit late!"he replied.
"So shall we do some sledging?"I asked.
"Yeah man!
We fled down the hill, from the top, on our sledges, we whizzed through brambles and leaves into a tiny opening, there we crashed into a tree!
We found a little den of old trees hidden by the bushes.
We imagined it was the spooky marauding red eyed goblins den!
We scrambled out ,very scared, pulling our sledges behind us.
After that we were exhausted by then, so we sat in the snow and talked about how hungry we were!
After that we created an igloo, mini and Marnie, our other friends helped us.
We made the walls out of snow, and used our sledges as the roof!
We punched two holes out to see if the marauding red eyed goblin comes.
Then mum and Zeline, ryes mum, came down and asked if we could leave the snow behind and go to zeline's house.
We agreed to that but first we had to have a snowball fight!
After we had the snowball fight we strolled to zeline's house, while we walked, me and rye snapped the icicles off the bottom of the vans.
And pretended they were ice spears.
Finally we got to zeline's house and had some lovely stew!

The end.

Devil boy action figure!

(Mexican accent)
Devil boy can move arms to fight!
Devil boy has sausage legs!
Devil boy has walnut eyes!!!!!
(Fast mexican voice!)Batteries not included.

Fun in the snow!

Yesterday I went sledging with my friends it was magnificent!we also made an igloo (what is in the photos!)

Tuesday, 12 March 2013

It real snowy!

Man it's so cold where I am!
I hope I can do some sledging on the hill like dick and Dorothea in winter holidays, swallows and amazons!

Cortoon maps

I drew this map of the magic lands of cortoon a few weeks ago and forgot to post it onto the blog.
It includes mystic places that my comic book characters go too!

Monday, 11 March 2013

Wind in the willows picture

I did this picture for the play I did in year four.I played the roll of grumpy old Sargent stoat.

Iron man suit mark awesome

Here's a cool iron man suit I designed and this time iron man has gun called a reactor rifle! And impenetrable ray grenades!

Coming soon!the origin stories of Hal dekenzin!

A new awesome character is hitting your cortoon stores!
An American detective wondering around the world trying to find his meaning in life!
The first issue includes the New Jersey devil, a spooky American cryptid who murders people!
Here's a picture of the New Jersey devil and his mother, find out more in the official comic book!