Squire Norton's Song Poem by Charles Dickens

Squire Norton's Song

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The child and the old man sat alone
In the quiet, peaceful shade
Of the old green boughs, that had richly grown
In the deep, thick forest glade.
It was a soft and pleasant sound,
That rustling of the oak;
And the gentle breeze played lightly round
As thus the fair boy spoke:-

'Dear father, what can honor be,
Of which I hear men rave?
Field, cell and cloister, land and sea,
The tempest and the grave:-
It lives in all, 'tis sought in each,
'Tis never heard or seen:
Now tell me, father, I beseech,
What can this honor mean?'

'It is a name - a name, my child -
It lived in other days,
When men were rude, their passions wild,
Their sport, thick battle-frays.
When, in armor bright, the warrior bold
Knelt to his lady's eyes:
Beneath the abbey pavement old
That warrior's dust now lies.

'The iron hearts of that old day
Have mouldered in the grave;
And chivalry has passed away,
With knights so true and brave;
The honor, which to them was life,
Throbs in no bosom now;
It only gilds the gambler's strife,
Or decks the worthless vow.'

Edward Kofi Louis 15 May 2017

In the deep! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 15 May 2017

Pleasant sound..... Thanks for posting....

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B.m. Biswas 15 May 2017

A thoughtful poem indeed... Besides a novelist dickens was a great poet is proved here...

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Upendra Upm 15 May 2017

That warrior dust now lies. throbs in no blossom now.

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Jimmy Jam 16 November 2020

Enjoying the rhythm pace as the tableau grew but the end - the pleasure died as too fatalistic

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Robert Murray Smith 15 May 2018

A beautiful imaged filled poem we would expect from Dickens.

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Dare Onadele 15 May 2017

Nice one. Curious boy and calm father nicely describing what honour truly means.

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Kuda Bondamakara 15 May 2017

great poem Mr Dickens

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Ramesh T A 15 May 2017

Charles Dickens is eternally a greatest novelist of mankind sure! His has, expressed in this poem, a rare one about a great fact that death puts an end to all honours, chivalry of knights and everything to nothing finally in life! Wonderful truth about life's end for all!

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