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Poem
June 27, 1836
Kentucky Gazette
Lexington, Fayette County, Kentucky
What is this article about?
The Western Bard laments returning to his family's ancient, ruined home, grieving the loss of his parents and sisters, and the vanished joys of youth amid overgrown decay.
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For the Kentucky Gazette.
Is this the old ancestral hall,
My father's ancient dome,
The place which once I loved to call,
My dear and happy home?
Its walls are grey with many years,
Yet still these scenes I know—
Ah, bitter are the gushing tears,
That o'er its ruins flow.
Where is my mother, and my sire?
Where are my sisters dear?
Where rests my now neglected lyre?
And echo answers—where?
Where are those green umbrageous bowers,
From whence sweet songs arose?
In twilight's peaceful, happy hours,
E're I knew aught of woes.
I call, but no one answers me,
I feel unhappy here;
I ask myself if it can be,
That no kind friend is near.
I gaze around me, all is drear,
In gloomy courts I tread,—
The owl, and omened bat are here,
Which tell me they are dead.
Rank weeds now flourish where the vine
And fragrant rose tree grew—
And things I loved of "auld lang syne,"
No more delights the view.
WESTERN BARD.
Is this the old ancestral hall,
My father's ancient dome,
The place which once I loved to call,
My dear and happy home?
Its walls are grey with many years,
Yet still these scenes I know—
Ah, bitter are the gushing tears,
That o'er its ruins flow.
Where is my mother, and my sire?
Where are my sisters dear?
Where rests my now neglected lyre?
And echo answers—where?
Where are those green umbrageous bowers,
From whence sweet songs arose?
In twilight's peaceful, happy hours,
E're I knew aught of woes.
I call, but no one answers me,
I feel unhappy here;
I ask myself if it can be,
That no kind friend is near.
I gaze around me, all is drear,
In gloomy courts I tread,—
The owl, and omened bat are here,
Which tell me they are dead.
Rank weeds now flourish where the vine
And fragrant rose tree grew—
And things I loved of "auld lang syne,"
No more delights the view.
WESTERN BARD.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Ancestral Home
Ruins
Family Death
Nostalgia
Lyre
Echo
Weeds
Auld Lang Syne
What entities or persons were involved?
Western Bard.
Poem Details
Author
Western Bard.
Subject
Revisiting Ruined Ancestral Home
Key Lines
Where Is My Mother, And My Sire?
Where Are My Sisters Dear?
Where Rests My Now Neglected Lyre?
And Echo Answers—Where?
Rank Weeds Now Flourish Where The Vine
And Fragrant Rose Tree Grew—
And Things I Loved Of "Auld Lang Syne,"
No More Delights The View.