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Ballads and Lyric Poems
Transcript of Ballads and Lyric Poems
By: Carmen Kam and Ivy Chou
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The Ballad of a Bachelor
by: Ellis Parker Butler
John Henry ran to where it struck
To see which maiden was in luck.
But, oh, the irony of fate!
Upon its edge the coin stood straight!
And there, embedded in the sand,
John Henry let the dollar stand!
And he will tempt his fate no more,
But live and die a bachelor.
Thus, ladies, you have heard me sing
The ballad of John Henry King.
Listen, ladies, while I sing
The ballad of John Henry King.
John Henry was a bachelor,
His age was thirty-three or four.
Two maids for his affection vied,
And each desired to be his bride,
And bravely did they strive to bring
Unto their feet John Henry King.
John Henry liked them both so well,
To save his life he could not tell
No, marry me.
Which he most wished to be his bride,
Nor was he able to decide.
Fair Kate was jolly, bright, and gay,
And sunny as a summer day;
Marie was kind, sedate, and sweet,
With gentle ways and manners neat.
Each was so dear that John confessed
He could not tell which he liked best.
He studied them for quite a year,
And still found no solution near,
And might have studied two years more
Had he not, walking on the shore,
Conceived a very simple way
Of ending his prolonged delay--
A way in which he might decide
Which of the maids should be his bride.
He said, "I'll toss into the air
A dollar, and I'll toss it fair;
If heads come up, I'll wed Marie;
If tails, fair Kate my bride shall be."
Then from his leather pocket-book
A dollar bright and new he took;
He kissed one side for fair Marie,
The other side for Kate kissed he.
Then in a manner free and fair
He tossed the dollar in the air.
"Ye fates," he cried, "pray let this be
A lucky throw indeed for me!"
The dollar rose, the dollar fell;
He watched its whirling transit well,
And off some twenty yards or more
The dollar fell upon the shore.
Here goes nothing.
Edgar Allen Poe
A poem of song like quality that expresses the speaker's thought or emotion.
It comes from the Latin word "lyricus" meaning of or with the lyre.
Though lyric poems often rhyme, they don't have to.
By James DeFord (1997)
Turn back the heart you've turned away
Give back your kissing breath
Leave not my love as you have left
The broken hearts of yesterday
But wait, be still, don't lose this way
Affection now, for what you guess
May be something more, could be less
Accept my love, live for today.
Written By: Ryan Tedder
I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
'Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
Sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
The story in Bridal Ballad:
The speaker in the poem is a young woman who is about to be wedded to a lord, despite the fact that she is still in love with her dead lover. She wishes that he was still alive but knows that it's impossible so she hopes for her groom to die so she can live a guiltless and husband-less life.
The line "And I am happy now" is the refrain in this case. It keeps repeating itself, emphasizing its importance. She's convincing herself that she should be happy now that she's marrying a lord rich enough to buy her "satin and jewels".
-both can be sung
-tells a story
- does not tell a story
-emotion or thought author is trying to portray is expressed in more direct manner
Differences and Similarities between
Ballad and Lyric Poems
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed."
-Sonnet Number 18, Shakespeare
"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a
Drum -Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My Mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange
Race Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -"
-I Felt a Funeral in my Brain, Dickinson
"When defining Canada
you might list some statistics
you might mention our tallest building
or biggest lake
you might shake a tree in the fall
and call a red leaf Canada
you might rattle off some celebrities
might mention Buffy Sainte-Marie
might even mention the fact that we’ve got a few
or that we made these crazy things
and washing machines"
-We Are More, Koyczan
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.
And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
-All the World's a Stage, Shakespeare
Refrains are often used in ballads, and they usually end the poem.
Literary ballads are more formal and sophisticated and is meant to be READ aloud.
There are three types of ballad poetry:
Folk ballads were used to pass on stories traditionally. It use simple words to tell a story and are meant to be sung.
"It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me."
Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
Broadside ballads were used by journalists to recount news or events, and can be both sung or read aloud.
The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin and jewels grand
Are all at my command,
And I am happy now.
And my lord he loves me well;
But, when first he breathed his vow,
I felt my bosom swell-
For the words rang as a knell,
And the voice seemed his who fell
In the battle down the dell,
And who is happy now.
But he spoke to re-assure me,
And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o'er me,
And to the church-yard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
"Oh, I am happy now!"
And thus the words were spoken,
And this the plighted vow,
And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Here is a ring, as token
That I am happy now!
Would God I could awaken!
For I dream I know not how!
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,-
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.
A ballad is a narrative poem that tells a story
It is usually written in four-lined stanzas with a rhyme scheme of ABCB and a three-beat-four-beat alterations between the lines
Folk Ballads were used to pass down stories and traditions in the Medieval period.
The Ballad Timeline
When printers were invented, newspapers sold broadside ballads on the streets.
Romantic and Victorian poets adopted the Folk ballads into literary ballads.
Of all the tales was ever told,
I now will one impart,
That cannot fail to terror strike,
In every human heart,
The deeds of Mary Arnold, who
Does in a jail deplore,
Oh such a dreadful tale as this,
Was never told before.
This wretched woman's dreadful deed,
Does everyone afright,
With beetles placed in walnut shells,
She robbed her child of sight.
Now think you tender parents all,
What must this monster feel,
The heart within her breast must ten,
Times harder be than steel,
The dreadful crime she did commit,
Does all the world surprise,
Black beetles placed in walnut shells,
Bound round her infant's eyes.
The beetles in a walnut shell,
This monster she did place,
This dreadful deed, as we may read,
All history does disgrace,
The walnut shells and beetles with,
A bandage she bound tight,
Around her infant's tender eyes,
To take away its sight.
A lady saw this monster in,
The street while passing by,
And she was struck with terror for,
To hear the infant cry,
The infant's face she swore to see,
It filled her with surprise,
To see the fatal bandage tied,
Around the infant's eyes.
With speed she called an officer,
Oh shocking to relate,
Beheld the deed and took the wretch,
Before the magistrate,
He said that she must face a trial,
Which did the wretch displease,
And she is now transported ten,
Long years across the seas.
Is there another in the world,
Could plan such wicked deed?
No-one upon this Earth before,
Of such did ever see,
To take away her infant's sight,
'Tis horrible to tell,
To bind black beetles round its eyes,
Placed in walnut shells.
"Mary Arnold, the Female Monster" (1843)
by John Morgan
This Italian sonnet is about losing love. It's about how he was in love with a woman and she may have felt the same way about him. She was just too scared to love him back and missed her chance of love. He may have done something in the past that had hurt her but she came back to him for a second try.
In the octave he is saying that she had once left him but now had returned to him and his love. She could have something more than just affection for him. He wants her to take and keep his love and don’t live for the past. He wants her to forget about what ever had torn them apart before and remember and hold onto their current love.
In the sestet she rejects his love. She trusted his love and believed that he was telling the truth, but they both were very distant people. She fears that she will be hurt and misses out on a chance to love him. When it is talking about her roses wilting it means her love for him is dying.
She fears that whatever happened the first time they both fell in love will happen again. This sonnet is about the difficulty of love.
An is a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead
An is a poem in which a person expresses a strong feeling of love or respect for someone
A is a poem of fourteen lines using any of a number of formal rhyme schemes, in English typically having ten syllables per line.
The person singing is feeling a lot of pressure to tell some juicy story that will have everyone talking about him so that he can be in the spotlight again.
"I need another story, something to get off my chest. My life gets kind of boring, need something that I can confess."
However, he will still tell the truth, no matter how many people he hurts.
"'Til all my sleeves are stained red, From all the truth that I've said"
He's sick of everyone working so hard to get attention that way and he wishes that people weren't so shallow and insincere. This song is a confession of who he is. He's going to be honest and show us who he really is, and he hopes people will appreciate that.
"Sick of all the insincere, So I'm gonna give all my secrets away"
THANK YOU! :D
Mary Arnold, the Female Monster
written by: Ryan Tedder
Your roses wilted, as love spurned
Yet trust in me, my love and truth
Dwell in my heart, from which you've turned
My strength as great as yours aloof.
It is in fear you turn away
And miss the chance of love today!