Ballad meter alternates lines of iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter, typically following an ABCB rhyme scheme. It has four-line stanzas (quatrains) with a steady, songlike rhythm. Common in folk and narrative poetry, ballad meter helps convey emotion and story with simplicity, repetition, and a strong oral tradition feel.
Ballad of Birmingham’ by Dudley Randall is a moving narrative of the last moments of a little girl murdered in a church bombing.
“Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?”
William Wordsworth was certainly not without his share of tragedy, and this poem, “We Are Seven”, is one which evokes this tragic feeling.
———A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
Thomas Hardy’s ‘Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?’ is a darkly ironic ballad that explores death, the illusion of eternal remembrance.
"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? — planting rue?" —
"No: yesterday he went to wed
One of the brightest wealth has bred..."
’39’ is a poem in which the narrator looks back on his life while eagerly awaiting his fortieth birthday and the years that will follow.
I only woke this morning
To find the world is fair —
I'm going on for forty,
With scarcely one grey hair;
In ‘Part V: The Rime of The Ancient Mariner,’ the dead crew rises, guided by spirits, in a quest for redemption. Supernatural meets divine.
The other was a softer voice,
As soft as honey-dew:
Quoth he, 'The man hath penance done,
And penance more will do.'
‘A Sunday Morning Tragedy’ reveals a tragic attempt to avert shame, ending in the daughter’s death and the mother’s deep remorse.
I bore a daughter flower-fair,
In Pydel Vale, alas for me;
I joyed to mother one so rare,
But dead and gone I now would be.
The poem ‘Nurse’s Song’ is a description of an unpretentious encounter between a nurse and a group of children who are playing on a hill.
When voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
‘One need not be a Chamber to be Haunted’ by Emily Dickinson explores the nature of the human mind. She presents the reader with images of mental and physical threats and how they can be confronted.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
‘In Time of “The Breaking of Nations”‘ features three pastoral vignettes, Hardy reframes war as a passing disturbance rather than a defining rupture.
Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half asleep as they stalk.