Ballad

Even at this distant day, reading it with a knowledge of the circumstances which produced it, it has a power of touching the heart and gripping the imagination which goes far toward proving the genuineness of its art.

Of the second class, Paul Revere's Ride is probably the most widely known, though Mr. Longfellow's own Ballad of the French Fleet is a better poem.

It is evident that, in recording an anthology such as this, different standards must be used in judging these two classes.

The first, aside from any quality as poetry which it may have, is of value because of its historical or political interest, because it is an expression and an interpretation of the hour which gave it birth.

Under Captain Thomas Lathrop, which had been sent to Deerfield to save a quantity of grain which had been abandoned there.

Only nine of the eighty survived.

The Lamentable Ballad of the Bloody Brook, September 18, 1675.

Come listen to the story of brave Lathrop and his men, how they fought, how they died, when they marched against the redskins in the autumn days, and then, how they fell in their pride by Pocumtuck side.

And how could you conceivably pay for your fourth? This is what's on Yauman's mind after he has become a very wealthy publishing magnate.

So two years after the popularity of Children of the Moon, Yauman decided to excerpt the poetry that's contained within all of Kane's writings and release a second book called Ballads of an Iraqi Pirate.

Oh.

what fucking good titles so essentially he like repurposes it into like youtube shorts and yeah and sells it again he started a podcast

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Ballad of the Army Carts by Du Fu, translated from the Chinese by Lincoln Davidson.

Wagons rumbling, horses grumbling, soldiers on their first steps stumbling.

Mothers, fathers, sons, and wives run to say another goodbye.

Roland Gerald is suggested as translator of the French stories.

Mention of the ballad.

ballad.An extremely facetious postscript giving the title of a proposed novel, the title of which is referred to Robbie Ross, because, writes Wilde, he knows the pulse of the public.

End of section.

To Leonard Smithers, version 2.

Well, when I think of Pat Benatar, I think of Hit Me With Your Best Shot because that's the drunken karaoke song that all those drunk chicks sing all the time.

Love Is About It feels like a great song, but Power Ballad, Ballad's going to start off as a slower song.

And asking for all you dudes out there, let's be real, the thing you most remember about that song is her braless shimmy on MTV all the time.

Don't try to deny it.

And fuck you, T. I'm going with Cars.

I mean, I'm going with Cars for other reasons, namely that I don't really feel the build from either of these songs, honestly.

They're on the bracket because they got listed on every Power Ballad list that I could find, and I'm like, okay,

fine, I'll put them on there, but...

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The Thistle: A Legendary Ballad.

[speaking in foreign language] 'Twas midnight; darkness, like the gloom of some Funereal pall, hung o'er the battlements Of Slains, a fortress grim and tall.

The moon and stars were veiled in clouds, and from The castle's height no gleam of torch or taper Pierced the shadows of the night; only the Rippling of the Dee blend faintly with the sound Of weary sentry-feet, that paced their slow Unvarying round.

End of poem.

This recording is in the public domain.

A Ballad by André van Hasselt.

Translated from the French by George Murray.

Even at this distant day, reading it with a knowledge of the circumstances which produced it, it has a power of touching the heart and gripping the imagination which goes far toward proving the genuineness of its art.

Of the second class, Paul Revere's Ride, is probably the most widely known, though Mr. Longfellow's own Ballad of the French Fleet is a better poem.

It is evident that, in recording an anthology such as this, different standards must be used in judging these two classes.

The first, aside from any quality as poetry which it may have, is of value because of its historical or political interest, because it is an expression and an interpretation of the hour which gave it birth.

For months the Indians ravaged the frontier, and on September 18th, all but annihilated a picked force of eighty men, the flower of Essex, under Captain Thomas Lathrop, which had been sent to Deerfield to save a quantity of grain which had been abandoned there.

Only nine of the eighty survived.

The Lamentable Ballad of the Bloody Brook, September 18th, 1675.

Come listen to the story of brave Lathrop and his men, how they fought, how they died, when they marched against the redskins in the autumn days, and then, how they fell in their pride by Pocumtuck's side.

Yeah, yeah, interesting.

Pat, also you showed me that you have a CD here at the moment and it's called The Ballad of Dan Almond.

So tell us a bit about this.

The Ballad of Den Allman was...

The CD was made...

It was on the bucket list.

Because

the old chicken makes the best soup.

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A Ballad on the Game of Traffic Written at the Castle of Dublin, 1699 My lord to find out who must deal Delivers cards about But the first knave does seldom fail To find the doctor out But then his honor cried, Gadzooks! And seemed to knit his brow For on a knave he never looks But he thinks upon Jack Howe My lady, though she is no player Some bungling partner takes And wedged in corner of a chair Takes snuff and holds the stakes Dame Floyd looks out in grave suspense For pair royales and sequence But wisely cautions of her pence The castle seldom frequents Quoth Harry's fairly putting cases I'd won it on my word If I'd had but a pair of aces And could pick up a third But Weston has a new cast gown On Sundays to be fine in And if she can but win a crown Twill just new dye the lining With these is Parson Swift Not knowing how to spend his time Does make a wretched shift To deafen them with puns and rhyme End of section 9.

Section 10 of The Poems of Jonathan Swift, Volume 1, by Jonathan Swift.

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A Ballad to the Tune of The Cutpurse Written in August 1702 Once on a time as old stories rehearse A friar would need show his talent in Latin But was sorely put to tin the midst of a verse Because he could find no word to compat in Then all in the place he left a void space And so went to bed in a desperate case When behold the next morning a wonderful riddle He found it was strangely filled up in the middle Chorus Let censuring critics then think what they list on it Who would not write verses with such an assistant This put me the friar into an amazement For he wisely considered it must be a sprite That he came through the keyhole or in at the casement And it needs must be one that could both read and write Yet he did not know if it were friend or foe Or whether it came from above or below However it was civil an angel or elf For he ne'er could have filled it so well of himself Chorus Let censuring etc Even so Master Doctor had puzzled his brains In making a ballad but was at a stand He had mixed little wit with a great deal of pains When he found a new help from invisible hand Then good Doctor Swift pay thanks for the gift For you freely must own you were at a dead lift And though some malicious young spirit Did do it, you may know by the hand It had no cloven foot.

Chorus.

Let censuring, etc.

Section 75 of The Poems of Jonathan Swift, Volume One by Jonathan Swift.