Presentation on theme: "By: Dalton Pakkala. The Ballad Of The Foxhunter 'Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world."— Presentation transcript:
The Ballad Of The Foxhunter 'Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world once more. 'To stable and to kennel go; Bring what is there to bring; Lead my Lollard to and fro, Or gently in a ring. 'Put the chair upon the grass: Bring Rody and his hounds, That I may contented pass From these earthly bounds.' His eyelids droop, his head falls low, His old eyes cloud with dreams; The sun upon all things that grow Falls in sleepy streams. Brown Lollard treads upon the lawn, And to the armchair goes, And now the old man's dreams are gone, He smooths the long brown nose. And now moves many a pleasant tongue Upon his wasted hands, For leading aged hounds and young The huntsman near him stands. 'Huntsmam Rody, blow the horn, Make the hills reply.' The huntsman loosens on the morn A gay wandering cry. Fire is in the old man's eyes, His fingers move and sway, And when the wandering music dies They hear him feebly say, 'Huntsman Rody, blow the horn, Make the hills reply.' 'I cannot blow upon my horn, I can but weep and sigh.' Servants round his cushioned place Are with new sorrow wrung; Hounds are gazing on his face, Aged hounds and young. One blind hound only lies apart On the sun-smitten grass; He holds deep commune with his heart: The moments pass and pass: The blind hound with a mournful din Lifts slow his wintry head; The servants bear the body in; The hounds wail for the dead.
The Ballad Of The Foxhunter This poem is about an old man who used to be a foxhunter. He wants to go out and live his dream one more time because he is dying. He dreams of being back on his horse and being a foxhunter one more time. The title, The Ballad Of The Foxhunter, means that this poem is a ballad (an emotional poem or song that has sentimental meaning to it) that has to do with a foxhunter. The literary terms that are found in this poem are, enjambment, rhyme, and rhythm. This poem, The Ballad Of The Foxhunter, is a ballad because it is an emotional poem that has a sentimental meaning or story to it. An example that this is a ballad is the line from stanza four; His eyelids droop, his head falls low, his eyes cloud with dreams; The sun upon all things that grow Falls sleepy streams. This is a very emotional part of the poem because the man knows he can’t go on the foxhunt. He is deeply hurt by the reality of this. All ballads have an emotional part in them. This is one of the most emotional parts of the poem.
The Ballad Of The Foxhunter Cont. The poet, William Butler Yeats was born in Dublin, Ireland. Foxhunts were very big in Ireland. It is said that Yeats got lots of his ideas for poems from his country's culture. This is an example of how his country gave him ideas for a poem.
Literary Character Dedication I dedicated this poem to Lawrence Wargrave. I dedicated this poem to Lawrence Wargrave because he and the man in the poem have a similar desire. They want to live a dream, but they both are dying. The man in the poem knows he is dying and wants to go live his dream as a foxhunter one more time before he dies. In the book And Then There Were None, Lawrence Wargrave is dying and he knows it. His dream is for “The Ultimate Justice,” which is every one has consequences for what they did. He goes after people that the law can not touch for certain reasons. His idea of “The Ultimate Justice” is to kill all of them. He picks nine people and kills every one of them. Each one of these characters have dreams. The man in the poem’s dreams do not come true, he dies before he can go out and hunt. Lawrence Wargrave’s dream partially comes true. He gives “The Ultimate Justice” to nine of the millions of people that he thinks deserve it. That is why I dedicate this poem to Lawrence Wargrave, in the book, And Then There Were None.
Other Poems By William Butler Yeats A Cradle Song The angels are stooping Above your bed; They weary of trooping With the whimpering dead. God's laughing in Heaven To see you so good; The Sailing Seven Are gay with His mood. I sigh that kiss you, For I must own That I shall miss you When you have grown.
Other Poems By William Butler Yeats I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I. 'Those breasts are flat and fallen now, Those veins must soon be dry; Live in a heavenly mansion, Not in some foul sty.' 'Fair and foul are near of kin, And fair needs foul,' I cried. 'My friends are gone, but that's a truth Nor grave nor bed denied, Learned in bodily lowliness And in the heart's pride. 'A woman can be proud and stiff When on love intent; But Love has pitched his mansion in The place of excrement; For nothing can be sole or whole That has not been rent.' Crazy Jane Talks To The Bishop
Another Ballad By Different Author Standing on one side of the bridge You on the other Burned at both ends of the times we spent with one another As the melody starts to play The Ballad of the Broken Heart Reminiscing of a secret love affair Wallowing in the pits of despair This isn't the ending Its a brand new start As a melody begins to play The Ballad of the Broken Heart For a wounded heart time does not heal Only gives it a better conceal In the beginning like a flower our love arose To end this chapter The book will close From within, the music will start Hail! Sing, sing aloud to the melody The Ballad of the Broken Heart The Ballad Of The Broken Heart By: Carl Leiland
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