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Literary
March 16, 1816
Richmond Enquirer
Richmond, Richmond County, Virginia
What is this article about?
Poem 'Days of Yore' by Joanna Baillie evokes a nostalgic scene in an ancient Welsh hall: shutting out light for ale by the fire, rusted arms recalling bold Welshmen, a rosy-cheeked mountain maid, friends gathered, inspired by love, arms, ale, fire, and thrilling harp.
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DAYS OF YORE,
BY JOANNA BAILLIE.
Now turn the door, shut out the light,
And fill the horn with foaming ale;
A cheerful cup, and rousing fire,
And thrilling lay shall my soul inspire.
Dark rusted arms of ancient proof,
Hang clanging from the breezy roof;
And tell of many a Welshman bold,
And long remembered deeds of old.
Come mountain-maid in Sunday gown,
With healthy cheek of rosy brown;
Here sit thou gayly by the while,
And nod thy friend and sweetly smile.
Draw closer, friends, the table round,
And cheer us greet the rising sound;
Love, arms and ale, and rousing fire,
And thrilling harp my soul inspire.
BY JOANNA BAILLIE.
Now turn the door, shut out the light,
And fill the horn with foaming ale;
A cheerful cup, and rousing fire,
And thrilling lay shall my soul inspire.
Dark rusted arms of ancient proof,
Hang clanging from the breezy roof;
And tell of many a Welshman bold,
And long remembered deeds of old.
Come mountain-maid in Sunday gown,
With healthy cheek of rosy brown;
Here sit thou gayly by the while,
And nod thy friend and sweetly smile.
Draw closer, friends, the table round,
And cheer us greet the rising sound;
Love, arms and ale, and rousing fire,
And thrilling harp my soul inspire.
What sub-type of article is it?
Poem
What themes does it cover?
Patriotism
Agriculture Rural
Social Manners
What keywords are associated?
Days Of Yore
Welshman Bold
Mountain Maid
Foaming Ale
Rousing Fire
Thrilling Harp
What entities or persons were involved?
By Joanna Baillie
Literary Details
Title
Days Of Yore
Author
By Joanna Baillie
Key Lines
Now Turn The Door, Shut Out The Light,
And Fill The Horn With Foaming Ale;
Dark Rusted Arms Of Ancient Proof,
Hang Clanging From The Breezy Roof;
And Tell Of Many A Welshman Bold,