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Poem
October 19, 1801
Jenks's Portland Gazette
Portland, Cumberland County, Maine
What is this article about?
A poem translated from Persian, titled 'YESTERDAY,' laments the passage of time and seasons, urging readers to enjoy wine and festivity before it fades like yesterday.
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Translated from the Persian.
YESTERDAY.
SAY ye studious, grave and old,
To me all ye young and gay.
Tell me whence I may behold
The fleeting form of Yesterday
Where's autumnal plenty fled?
Where's the winter's cold dismay?
Where's the vernal flowers sped
Where is summer's yesterday
Jo und springs fractional.
Round our smiling goblet play;
Weave the power of rosy joy.
Like the ghost today.
Odorous sweet and generous wine
Hither, boy! with speed convey
'Tis mine: wreathe with roses twine
Ere they fade like Yesterday
Bring in the bowl and pass it round.
Lightly tune the sportive lay,
Let the festal hour be crowned
Ere 'tis lost like Yesterday
YESTERDAY.
SAY ye studious, grave and old,
To me all ye young and gay.
Tell me whence I may behold
The fleeting form of Yesterday
Where's autumnal plenty fled?
Where's the winter's cold dismay?
Where's the vernal flowers sped
Where is summer's yesterday
Jo und springs fractional.
Round our smiling goblet play;
Weave the power of rosy joy.
Like the ghost today.
Odorous sweet and generous wine
Hither, boy! with speed convey
'Tis mine: wreathe with roses twine
Ere they fade like Yesterday
Bring in the bowl and pass it round.
Lightly tune the sportive lay,
Let the festal hour be crowned
Ere 'tis lost like Yesterday
What sub-type of article is it?
Anacreontic
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Persian Poem
Yesterday
Fleeting Time
Carpe Diem
Wine
Seasons
Festivity
What entities or persons were involved?
Translated From The Persian
Poem Details
Title
Yesterday
Author
Translated From The Persian
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Say Ye Studious, Grave And Old, To Me All Ye Young And Gay.
Tell Me Whence I May Behold The Fleeting Form Of Yesterday
Odorous Sweet And Generous Wine Hither, Boy! With Speed Convey
Let The Festal Hour Be Crowned Ere 'Tis Lost Like Yesterday