Ballads

In many instances, themes of old literature still remain present in today’s society. This statement applies to the poem “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge since many things that happen to the mariner still happen today. Some examples of these themes are karma, supernatural activity, and redemption. These themes are all present throughout the poem as The Mariner went through his treacherous journey. The poem “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor…

Two years ago there was a storm that demolished the Eastern side of America. There was no chance of survival but thank god we made it alive. “ Excuse me!” “ Is she okay?” the little girl's voice asked. “Yes, I'm pretty sure. I mean she's still breathing,” a bold voice said. I slowly started opening my eyes. Straight ahead I saw grey and black clouds. I felt the heavy breeze move my hair in front of my face. My head was pounding, it felt as if someone hit the back of my head with a baseball bat.…

It was the day before Christmas, It was cold, snowy, windy, and rainy, and Bay had just received a very important call, a devastating call, He was gone. The date and the year was December 5, 2000, In Kansas City. Bay Is in a little twist with her friend Emmet. Emmet is deaf, and he goes to a deaf school, he also really loves photography and art,and will do anything for anyone no matter what they do to him or other people. Bay and her brother Jackson live in a rich environment. Bay…

In the song, Don't Wait by Joey Graceffa, Joey starts the song by writing, “I know you've got a strong heart/ It's written in the stars/ Behind the castle walls/ You've hid your light.”this creates the feeling of being committed, but still being a little unsure of when to come out. The text says, “Behind the castle walls you've hid your light, but when you let the past go, your story unfolds.” this shows he has been hiding his life in, and if he shows it he, will start this big adventure of…

personality from the day we are born till today. Some of us can easily lose that identity and personality depending on the situation we experience, and sometimes it is our loved ones that deal with that loss. The speaker in Gwendolyn Brooks “the sonnet-ballad” uses literary elements such as metaphor and personification to express her grief and loss of her lover’s identity being lost back at war. In the sonnet, personification is a major aspect because the speaker utilizes it to show and express…

The Imaginary and Silence: An Analysis of Ballad Poetry and Coleridge No poetic style within the context of the Romantic Tradition of English Literature emphasizes individual experience, nor glorifies the past and nature, quite like the Ballad. This literary tradition hearkens back to civilization before the invention of the written language and the medium of orality through which man publishes authentic creation. While conventional ballads, such as Beowulf or Robin Hood remain authorless or as…

The Boardwalk Muse I followed the ancient, rickety boardwalk through the rows of corn that went to the ends of my Earth. The early summertime dew had a perfume of light magic that hung in the air like the fireflies that danced in and out of my vision. Pounding against the decrepit boards, my bare feet were getting tired from the running I was doing, but I couldn 't stop now. John was waiting for me near the ocean at the end of the lane, our little spot. Nothing more than a puny fishing…

"How was your first day?!" My mom called from the kitchen as I slammed the door to the apartment. "Great, just great." I muttered. My mom emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel and frowning. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was still in her work clothes. My mom works at the hair shop down the street, it doesn 't bring in much money but it 's enough to keep us alive, I suppose. "Was that sarcasm that I heard?" She cocked an eyebrow at me questionably. "Sorry."…

Chapter twelve ***Carson 's P.O.V*** I was sitting on a bench eating my sandwich because none of my friends had come out of lunch yet. I saw Oliver come and sit next to me. He looked at me, an unreadable expression on his face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" I smiled. "Of course you can. " He frowned slightly. "Um, imagine, hypothetically, that there was a boy who was with his friends and they weren 't nice. Do you think that the boy could change?" I chuckled. "Are you talking about yourself?"…

Justin started home when he noticed the mountain in the distance and felt the urge to visit once more. "After today, I am not going back up here," he promised riding across the field to the flat where he had left his bike on previous visits. Slipping and sliding he scurried up the steep mountainside while trying to be quiet. From time to time, he grabbed the bushes to keep from sliding backward. When he arrived at the mines, he moved the boards covering the entrance. He stepped inside, shined a…