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A small minor--League Baseball team in Calafornia pays tribute to this famous poem once a year. The team dresses up in uniforms of "The Mudville Nine" and recites the poem aloud to the crowds.
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What do you think is the meaning behind "Out, Out"?

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click here to find out! -LB

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What does the title mean in Out, Out, analysis of the poem’s title

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Ernest Thayer was born on August 14, 1863, in Lawrence, Massachusetts. He wrote a famous poem called “Casey at the Bat” which was about a baseball game. After writing the poem, he was invited to recite the poem at many places such as Harvard.

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Robert Frost - American Poet & Four-time Pulitzer Prize Winner | Mini Bio | BIO

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Picture of a comic about "Casey at the Bat"

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Picture of a comic about "Casey at the Bat"

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"Casey at the Bat" was written in 1888. It was inspired by a baseball game in the last inning. The name "Casey" was picked from one of three people. Although we don't know who it was actually named after, we think it is either an Irish man, Thayer's best friend Samuel Winslow, or a famous baseball player named Mike Kelly. The town, Mudville, was either inspired by a neighborhood in Massachusetts or a town in California. The poem also had many sequels. One of them, made by Disney, was called "Casey Bats Again." Another sequel was written by Grantland Rice and was called "Casey's Revenge."

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The "Ballad of the Alamo" is a song that tells the story of the Battle of the Alamo.

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Robert Frost was born on march 26, 1874 in San Francisco, California. He moved to Lawrence, Massachusetts and attended Lawrence High School. After graduating, he attended Dartmouth College for a short while. In 1894, he wrote his first poem. On December 19, 1895, he married Elinor White who had attended high school with him. Frost died on January 29, 1963

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"The Road not Taken" is another narrative poem by Robert Frost that is set in the same kind of woodsy place as "Out Out." -TS

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Allusion- an expression designed to call something to mind without mentioning it directly; an indirect or passing reference. -LB

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Born: March 26, 1874, San Francisco, CA

Died: January 29, 1963, Boston, MA

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A ballad is a poem or song narrating a story in short stanzas.  It's often about a tragic event. Can you link to a video of a significant American ballad (song) that tells the story of an actual American event?  Tell briefly what the ballad is about.

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Narrative poetry is a form of poetry that tells a story, often making the voices of a narrator and characters, and it is written in metered voice.

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Text of "Casey at the Bat" by Ernest Lawrence Thayer, 1888

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Text of "Casey at the Bat" by Ernest Lawrence Thayer, 1888

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The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;

The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play.

And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,

A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest

Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;

They thought if only Casey could but get a whack at that-

We'd put up even money now with Casey at the bat.

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,

And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake;

So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,

For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,

And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;

And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,

There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;

It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;

It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,

For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;

There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face.

And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,

No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;

Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.

Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,

Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,

And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.

Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-

"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,

Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.

"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand;

And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;

He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;

He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;

But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered fraud;

But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.

They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,

And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clinched in hate;

He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.

And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,

And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;

The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,

And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;

But there is no joy in Mudville-mighty Casey has struck out.

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Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer | Poetry Foundation

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The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play. And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair.

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The meter and rhyme scheme of Casey at the Bat

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The meter and rhyme scheme of Casey at the Bat

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Casey at the Bat contains an AABB rhyme scheme in each stanza. The meter is an iambic heptameter (hept means 7).

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The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard

And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,

Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.

And from there those that lifted eyes could count

Five mountain ranges one behind the other

Under the sunset far into Vermont.

And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,

As it ran light, or had to bear a load.

And nothing happened: day was all but done.

Call it a day, I wish they might have said

To please the boy by giving him the half hour

That a boy counts so much when saved from work.

His sister stood beside him in her apron

To tell them 'Supper.' At the word, the saw,

As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,

Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap-

He must have given the hand. However it was,

Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!

The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh,

As he swung toward them holding up the hand

Half in appeal, but half as if to keep

The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all-

Since he was old enough to know, big boy

Doing a man's work, though a child at heart-

He saw all spoiled. 'Don't let him cut my hand off-

The doctor, when he comes. Don't let him, sister!'

So. But the hand was gone already.

The doctor put him in the dark of ether.

He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.

And then-the watcher at his pulse took fright.

No one believed. They listened at his heart.

Little-less-nothing!-and that ended it.

No more to build on there. And they, since they

Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.

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'Out, Out-' by Robert Frost | Poetry Foundation

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The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could count Five mountain ranges one behind the other Under the sunset far into Vermont.

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A recitation of "Casey at the Bat"

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Casey at the Bat - Ernest Thayer - 1888 - Hear the Poem

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Let us cherish the hope that the day is not far distant when we will be in the midst of this next adventure.      -Ernest Lawrence
-D.P.

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The inspiration of Out, Out, by Robert Frost.

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The inspiration of Out, Out, by Robert Frost.

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In the year 1910, a 16-year-old boy from New Hampshire named Raymond Tracy Fitzgerald died from a buzz saw severing his hand. Raymond was neighbors with Robert Frost at the time, so Frost wrote Out, Out to commemorate the boy.

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What is the title of this poem an allusion to? What is an allusion? How does the allusion relate to the poem?

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-D.P.

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What is the title of "Out, Out" an allusion to?

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What is the title of "Out, Out" an allusion to?

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Creeps in this petty pace from day to day. To the last syllable of recorded time. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player. That struts and frets his hour upon the stage. And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
The above is a part of William Shakespeare's tragedy Macbeth. Macbeth is shocked to hear of his wife's death and comments on the brevity of life. It refers to how unpredictable and fragile life is.
The title of the poem is an allusion to where macbeth says "Out, out brief candle!"