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English Ballad...comments please.

Etaros
12-09-2005, 04:07
Rawr, I was assigned to write a traditional ballad for English. For those of you that may be more experienced in this matter, it may seem extremely basic and perhaps slightly incorrect. However, the goal was to make a simple and basic ballad, with a requirement of four stanzas. So here it is:

Yon Man of Elder Age

About five years ago,
In fated autumn election
There was an elder man
Favored by court selection.

And yon man of elder age
Set to work and hailed
The world as evil and dire,
But on that eleventh, he failed.

War of men and tears
Dressed hearts of ours.
Soon, o'er amber waves of grain
His deeds did turn sour.

But yon man of elder age
Remained a stubborn George,
And O! I say to thee,
Our hearts are forever sore!
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Yep, that's it. It has political undertones and whatnot, but I shouldn't get points counted off for that. It meets all the requirements she asked for so woooohoo. Comments/suggestions are welcome and encouraged. :)
Menelmacar
12-09-2005, 04:10
I hate it.

...but I'm not marking it. :) It's well written.
JuNii
12-09-2005, 04:11
the rhythm kinda stumbles here and there, but otherwise, a great ballad, hope you get high marks for it.

maybe in your spare time, you could expand on it.
Vegas-Rex
12-09-2005, 04:16
Hate to say it, but if it has to be in any specific meter you seem to have failed. It doesn't have any. If there's no meter requirement, its all good.
Etaros
12-09-2005, 04:26
She didn't say anything about a specific meter. She just said "Make sure the first and third lines don't rhyme, blah blah blah." Mine fits her requirements, at least after this revision. Thanks for the comments and suggestions so far. :)

Yon Man of Elder Age

About five years ago
In fated autumn election,
There was an elder man
Favored by court selection.

And yon man of elder age
Set to work and hailed
The world as evil and dire,
But that year, he failed.

War of men and tears
Dressed hearts of ours.
O'er amber waves of grain
His deeds did turn sour.

But yon man of elder age
Remained a stubborn George,
And O! I say to thee,
Our hearts are forever sore!