Today’s been lost to sleep and rest following marathon reading efforts and writing up notes! So, ballad, anaphora/epistrophe and hero(ine)/anti-hero can wait for a return visit …

Here’s a poem that meets my expectation of ballad, Oscar Wilde’s Ballad of Reading Gaol

(stanza 31 of part 3)

For Man’s grim Justice goes its way
And will not swerve aside:
It slays the weak, it slays the strong,
It has a deadly stride:
With iron heel it slays the strong,
The monstrous parricide!