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.
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A beautiful imaged filled poem we would expect from Dickens.
Nice one. Curious boy and calm father nicely describing what honour truly means.
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!
A thoughtful poem indeed... Besides a novelist dickens was a great poet is proved here...
Enjoying the rhythm pace as the tableau grew but the end - the pleasure died as too fatalistic