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Warm UpIn your journal, respond to the following questions:
Have you heard of a ballad before?What do you think a ballad is?Can you think of any examples of
ballads?
Preservation of BalladsCenturies-old in practice, the
composition of ballads began in the European folk tradition, in many cases accompanied by musical instruments. Ballads were not originally written down, but instead were passed along generations by being sung.
Subject MatterThen: In the past, ballads had primary topics
they addressed. Their subject matter dealt with religious themes, love, tragedy, domestic crimes, and sometimes even political propaganda.
Now: Anything you want!
PrintBallads began to make
their way into print in fifteenth-century England. During the Renaissance, making and selling ballad broadsides became a popular practice, though these songs rarely earned the respect of artists because their authors, called "pot poets," often were among the lower classes.
StructureA ballad is a story poem with a strong rhyme and rhythm.
Ballads are traditionally songs, or at least song-like.
The classic ballad stanza has 4 lines, with the lines alternating between eight syllables and six syllables.
Features Cont.In each line, every other
syllable is emphasized, creating that sing-song: da-DUM da-DUM da-
DUM da-DUM rhythmThe second and fourth
lines rhyme, but the first and third don't have to (still, they frequently do).
A ballad stanza in a poemHas lines as long as these.In measuring the lines, we findWe get both fours and threes.
The Trick
A Bal Lad Stan Za In A Poem
Has Lines
As Long As these.
In Mea Sur Ing The Lines,
We Find
We Get Both Fours
And threes
God prosper long our noble king,
Our liffes and saftyes all!
A woefull hunting once there did
In Chevy Chase befall..
From the middle ages
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrows followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
From “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The brain is deeper than the sea,
For, hold them, blue to blue,
The one the other will absorb
As sponges, buckets do.
From Emily Dickinson
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I’m found,
Was blind, but now I see.