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Poem
June 9, 1848
Wisconsin Tribune
Mineral Point, Iowa County, Wisconsin
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem expressing nostalgia for the carefree joys of childhood, spent in nature with youthful hopes, now lost forever, attributed to Byron.
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POETRY.
From Holden's Magazine.
"I WOULD I WERE A CARELESS
EYES. CHILD."—Byron.
I would I were a careless child,
Life's summer skies still o'er me,
Youth's hopes so bright and visions wild,
All dancing light before me.
Ah! yes, I would I were as when
All joy on heath and wild wood,
Young Hope and I, so often there,
Sported the hours of childhood.
No more—no more—Ah! never more!
On hill, or plain, or wild-wood,
Shall Hope and I, as oft of yore,
Go sport the hours of childhood.
I bid thee, then, sweet hours, farewell—
We meet no more forever.
Ere eternity, around may swell,
But youthful visions—never.
Variety.
From Holden's Magazine.
"I WOULD I WERE A CARELESS
EYES. CHILD."—Byron.
I would I were a careless child,
Life's summer skies still o'er me,
Youth's hopes so bright and visions wild,
All dancing light before me.
Ah! yes, I would I were as when
All joy on heath and wild wood,
Young Hope and I, so often there,
Sported the hours of childhood.
No more—no more—Ah! never more!
On hill, or plain, or wild-wood,
Shall Hope and I, as oft of yore,
Go sport the hours of childhood.
I bid thee, then, sweet hours, farewell—
We meet no more forever.
Ere eternity, around may swell,
But youthful visions—never.
Variety.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Careless Child
Byron
Youth Hopes
Childhood
Wild Wood
Nostalgia
Lost Youth
What entities or persons were involved?
Byron
Poem Details
Title
"I Would I Were A Careless Child."
Author
Byron
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
I Would I Were A Careless Child,
Life's Summer Skies Still O'er Me,
Youth's Hopes So Bright And Visions Wild,
All Dancing Light Before Me.
No More—No More—Ah! Never More!
On Hill, Or Plain, Or Wild Wood,
Shall Hope And I, As Oft Of Yore,
Go Sport The Hours Of Childhood.