It was a ghastly night when the Highway Man came riding to Bess' old Inn-door. One could not have seen the rough country road stretching across the grass-grown moor, had not the scanty moonlight from the cloud-covered sky fallen on it, illuminating it. Thus it appeared as a far stretching band of moonlight against the dark green vegetation bordering and lining either side. Besides it was inky black darkness among the bordering trees. Though written during the early years of the Twentieth century, don't think that it was a macademized tarred black road.
I wrap the outside ribbon around for about three times and then wrap the inside ribbon the same way. I then tie the ribbons together in a double knot. Finally I tuck the extra ends in.
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Yes, "The road was a ribbon of moonlight" is a metaphor. It compares the road to a ribbon of moonlight, suggesting that the road is shining or lit up brightly, creating a vivid visual image for the reader.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight.
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Yes, the moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas the road was a ribbon moonlight over the purple moor of personification. In other words, it was a moon.
It is dicribing the appearance of the road. The ribbon just means that the road isnt straight. It is a curvy or complicated path.
Yes, the statement is a metaphor. It compares the moon to a ghostly galleon and the road to a ribbon of moonlight over a purple moor, creating vivid imagery by using figurative language.
blissful moonlight
What are you talking about? Please elaborate.
This phrase typically means that the road was winding and unpredictable, much like the path a gypsy might take while traveling. It conveys a sense of unpredictability and adventure.
The phrase is a metaphor comparing the lonely, curving road over a desolate moor to a sleek, curled or twisting ribbon, perhaps bright yellow in the moonlight. The Romany people ("Gypsies") are known for their colorful traditional costumes and have a reputation, unearned or not, for being thieves. This excerpt is from the poem, "The Highwayman," by Alfred Noyes, and tells the tragic love story of a robber and his sweetheart.
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