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Literary
January 31, 1875
Lyon County Times
Yerington, Silver City, Dayton, Lyon County, Nevada
What is this article about?
A nostalgic poem reflecting on a beautiful song from a past era filled with roses, love, hopes, and sorrows, now distanced by time and called 'Old Times.' It evokes memories of joy, loss, and loneliness.
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Old Times.
There's a beautiful song on the slumbrous air
That drifts through the valley of dreams;
It comes from a clime where the roses were,
And a tuneful heart, and bright brown hair
That waved in the morning beams.
Soft eyes of azure and eyes of brown,
And snow-white foreheads are there,
A glimmering cross and a glittering crown,
A thorny bed and a couch of down,
Lost hopes and leaflets of prayer.
A rosy leaf in a dimpled hand.
A ring and a plighted vow
Three golden rings on a broken hand.
A tiny track on the snow-white sand.
A tear and a sinless brow.
There's a tincture of grief in the beautiful song
That sobs on the summer air,
And loneliness felt in the festive throng
Sinks down in the soul as it trembles along
From a clime where the roses are.
We heard it first at the dawn of day,
And it mingles with matin chimes;
But years have distanced the beautiful lay,
And its melody floweth away.
And we call it now "Old Times."
-Tinsley's Magazine.
There's a beautiful song on the slumbrous air
That drifts through the valley of dreams;
It comes from a clime where the roses were,
And a tuneful heart, and bright brown hair
That waved in the morning beams.
Soft eyes of azure and eyes of brown,
And snow-white foreheads are there,
A glimmering cross and a glittering crown,
A thorny bed and a couch of down,
Lost hopes and leaflets of prayer.
A rosy leaf in a dimpled hand.
A ring and a plighted vow
Three golden rings on a broken hand.
A tiny track on the snow-white sand.
A tear and a sinless brow.
There's a tincture of grief in the beautiful song
That sobs on the summer air,
And loneliness felt in the festive throng
Sinks down in the soul as it trembles along
From a clime where the roses are.
We heard it first at the dawn of day,
And it mingles with matin chimes;
But years have distanced the beautiful lay,
And its melody floweth away.
And we call it now "Old Times."
-Tinsley's Magazine.
What sub-type of article is it?
Poem
What themes does it cover?
Love Romance
Death Mortality
Seasonal Cycle
What keywords are associated?
Nostalgia
Lost Love
Memories
Roses
Grief
Old Times
What entities or persons were involved?
Tinsley's Magazine
Literary Details
Title
Old Times.
Author
Tinsley's Magazine
Key Lines
There's A Beautiful Song On The Slumbrous Air
That Drifts Through The Valley Of Dreams;
A Rosy Leaf In A Dimpled Hand.
A Ring And A Plighted Vow
There's A Tincture Of Grief In The Beautiful Song
That Sobs On The Summer Air,
But Years Have Distanced The Beautiful Lay,
And Its Melody Floweth Away.
And We Call It Now "Old Times."