James Hebblethwaite

(22 September 1857 – 13 September 1921 / Preston, Lancashire, England)

The Symbol - Poem by James Hebblethwaite

Thus pass the glories of the world!
He lies beneath the pall’s white folds:
His sword is sheathed, his pennon furled,
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Comments about The Symbol by James Hebblethwaite

  • Bronze Star - 2,788 Points Michael Morgan (8/31/2014 12:14:00 PM)

    This is a perfectly measured poem- perfect, regardless of epoch, expressive of stoical sentiments disturbing to fantacists, thereby accounting for its tepid reception. 'His sword is sheathed, his pennon furled' is particularly effective. MM. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,675 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (8/28/2014 7:10:00 PM)

    I get the impression that this poem is about an eternally resting knight or prince perhaps a statue in a church or grave yard.. it's a very poem about chivalry and honor.. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,538 Points Kay Staley (8/28/2014 10:01:00 AM)

    This may be in the 'modern poems' section but I find it extremely formal and old fashioned sounding. Can't say I enjoyed it. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,727 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (8/29/2012 12:17:00 AM)

    To-morrow hath no hope for him, / No clasp of friend, no grip of foe: ............. practically these burdens are heavy for man to bear everyday life. Better rest him peace. Tight and close to thoughts. Words are matched to express the wisdom.................... Pranab k c (Report) Reply








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