what sense does this best appeal to
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;

Question

what sense does this best appeal to
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;

18jonea · Answer

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.

@King.Void.

18jonea · Answer

@TheSmartOne

sleepyjess · Answer

Well first, what are the 5 senses?

18jonea · Answer

smell touch taste hear sight

18jonea · Answer

it is either touch or sight im not sure

sleepyjess · Answer

Okay, so does the poem make you smell something? Feel something? Taste something? Hear something? Or see something?

sleepyjess · Answer

Good, those are the 2 I also narrowed it down to

sleepyjess · Answer

But for me, I can feel the trigger, I can feel my hands getting sweaty

18jonea · Answer

so touch

18jonea · Answer

can you help me with another problem from this same poem

18jonea · Answer

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— 
 

 Marching—marching— 
 

 King George’s men came marching, 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. 
1 tawny: sandy colored
2 sniggering: laughing
3 strove: strived, tried, attempted
4 priming: preparing their guns for firing

 What is most likely the meaning of this line from stanza 3? She heard the dead man say—
	
The soldiers will die.
 	
The highwayman will die.
 	
The highwayman spoke to Bess while he was dying.
 	
Bess will die.

pooja195 · Answer

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! 
 What do you think?

18jonea · Answer

bess is going to die?

18jonea · Answer

@pooja195

pooja195 · Answer

I agree with that.

18jonea · Answer

What is the most likely the meaning of this line from stanza 2: There was death at every window.
	
There was something friendly outside the house.
 	
Soldiers were waiting at the windows to kill the highwayman.
 	
A deadly storm was hammering at the windows.
 	
Bess stood at the windows, motioning for the Highwayman to come in.
so then this one would be the soilders were waiting

18jonea · Answer

@pooja195

pooja195 · Answer

Im not sure perhaps @TheSmartOne might know

18jonea · Answer

@TheSmartOne ?

18jonea · Answer

@sleepyjess

sleepyjess · Answer

I think you're right, but I'm not sure

thesmartone · Answer

^

thesmartone · Answer

but it's kinda sad that Bess has to kill herself to warn the british soldiers

thesmartone · Answer

Also, please make another post for your next question :P

18jonea · Answer

ok thanks