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The Ballad of Guibour From the Provençal by Harriet Waters Preston From “Calendau” AT Arles in the Carlovingian days, By the swift Rhone water, A hundred thousand on either side, Christian and Saracen, fought till the tide Ran red with the slaughter.... Poet: Frédéric Mistral	Border Ballad March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale! Why the de’il dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale! All the Blue Bonnets are over the Border! Many a banner spread Flutters above your head, Many a crest... Poet: Sir Walter Scott	The Ballad of Agincourt [1415] fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Kause, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry, ... Poet: Michael Drayton	A Ballad (In the manner of Rudyard Kipling) As I was walkin' the jungle round, a-klllin' of tigers an' time, I seed a kind of an author man, a writin' a rousin' rhyme; 'E was writin' a mile a minute an' more, an' I sez to 'im: "Oo are you?" Sez 'e, "I'm a poet—'er majesty's poet—... Poet:
The Ballad of Reading Gaol In Reading gaol by Reading town There is a pit of shame,... Poet:	A Ballad of the Boston Tea-Party No! never such a draught was poured Since Hebe served with nectar The bright Olympians and their Lord, Her over-kind protector,— Since Father Noah squeezed the grape And took to such behaving As... Poet:	Birds of Passage (Collection)/A Ballad of the French Fleet Poet:	A Ballad of the Ranks "Who carries the gun?" A lad from London town. We'll let him go, for well we know The stuff that never backs down! He has learned to joke at the powder smoke, For he is the fog-smoke's son, And his... Poet:
A Ballad of Trees and the Master Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, ... Poet: