gpt2 ballad balladgpt finetuned

BalladGPT V3 (Beta)

This is the latest version BalladGPT.

Usage

Note: BalladGPT's dataset is relatively small, so the quality is not optimal. If possible, please consider using a newer generation of GPT as these will equal or surpass this model in quality and speed. Please see the example results at the bottom of the page to evaluate this model's quality.

You can use BalladGPT as you would use any other GPT-2-based model:

from transformers import pipeline
generator = pipeline('text-generation', model='balladgpt/balladgpt-v3-beta')
print(generator("Once upon a time", do_sample=True, min_length=20)[0]['generated_text'])

Biases

As this model was trained on select literature from the 18th, 19th, 20th century, certain biases and sterotypes may be expressed in generated texts which are neither endorsed or supported by the author of this model and are purely results of the literature used to train this model.

Disclaimer

The author of this model takes no responsibility for any content generated or any misuse of the model.

Training Data

BalladGPT was trained on various ballads and poems in the public domain.

BalladGPT is a fine-tuned version of GPT-2.

The BalladGPT dataset is not available at the present moment.

Training Information

Updates

We are not intending to update this model.

Example Results

These are example results with no prompts. Some of these examples may express sterotypes and biases which are a result of the training data. These sterotypes and biases are not supported or endorsed by the creator of this model and are purely results of the literature used in training data. Due to the cost and difficulty of removing all biases and sterotypes, some have been left in the training data. Please use this model with caution.

As I come to you are dead;
Than I came so suddenly,
That you came to me were dead;
There I heard you hear your own voice,
When in my memory you came to me.
"I hear you hear your own voice,
When in my memory you came to me;
Because your hand is dead, your arms are dead,
My eyes are dead, my teeth are dead,
For my hair is dead, my beard is dead,
Your eyes have gone in agony,
And I weep for my death.
"I weep for and weep for my death;
My heart is torn, my flesh is torn,
So many a soul is torn
Its blood is like a leaf in our eye's skin;
My mind is torn and my vision is torn:
My heart is torn, and my soul is torn:
My soul is torn, and my soul is torn:
My heart is torn and I cry for my death.
"I cry for and I cry for my death;
I cry for and I cry for my death;
I cry for and and I cry for my death;
I weep for and weep for my death.
The cry I do not see is dead wood:
The words my lips are gone; my hands are gone;
The heart is torn, and my throat is torn:
My soul is torn, and mine body is torn;
My mind is torn, and the voice I think I speak is dead wood!
I have seen death, I have seen death, my heart is torn,
And now I weep for my death.
"There I have seen death, I have seen death, my heart is torn,
And now I weep for my death.
"There I have seen death, My heart is torn, and I see death, my head is torn,
And now I weep for my death.
I have saw death, and I have seen death, and now I weep for my death.
"There has been no death, and no death, and no death, and there is neither death nor death;
"There's my mother's blood on my forehead, blood my tears are heavy,
And I mourn for my death.
"Oh, then, now, still, alas!
I know my life's lost,  I'm lost.
"That I dwell here with you here, my heart's torn away,
And I lie beside you to the sea my death!
I fear my death has been taken away, my heart's torn away,
And I weep for my death.
"I weep for and weep for my death, my head is torn away,
And I weep for my death, my tongue is torn away
And I weep for my death.
"I weep for and weep for my death, and I cry for my death;
A bitter soul's death has been taken away, and I cry for my death.
"And yet my heart is gone, my heart is torn away,
And I mourn for my deaths.
"I pity my dying heart is torn away, and am I weeping for my death.
And yet my heart is gone, my heart is torn away,-
My eye is gone,- it is as a scarf that I hold for your mother's dear heart;
And yet, oh be your heart is torn away,
I see my death is taken away, I weep for your death.
"And yet my life is lost, I mourn for my dead body
Fell away again on the sea mine death;
I weep for my life, I cry for my death, my eyes are gone;
As long did I cry for my death?
When did I cry for my death?
But now am I still lost, ye are dead, in the field you were cast out from
And in mourning
I weep for me.
"A bitter soul's death has passed away, and woe is me!
"Fell away on the sea mine death
And die on the sea mine death;
When did I cry for my death?
Yet my life is gone, my life is torn away,
And I cry for it."
(Heavens, heavens, wherefore have ye gone me to the sea,)
And yet, oh are my death's tears gone away?
To find the sweetest tears
Of all mankind, the fairest of life,
Till in anguish
In sorrow there I weep my death,
For mine mortal heart is cast away,
Though she have left me in grief;
Till tears of sorrow I weep my death;
I cry for my death, I cry for my death;
For your body is torn away,-
By fate my soul is quarantined,
And I weep for my death;
My lips come forth redder and red

Upon his face, on his forehead,
On his knees, on his head.
And on the hock o' it was fair;
And then he came upon a grey wall,
With red hair and brown, and black hair.
The grey and the brown in that wall;
But there fell in that grey forest:
Till there he could see the gray fox
Sitting in an old brook tree:
"Oh, fair green foxes, fair green foxes!
I hear of you there, fair green foxes, Fair green foxes!
I saw an arrow on my back!
Till, oh, sweet foxes and fair green foxes,  come on this tree:
"Oh, oh brave foxes o' your hock!"
"So be it so bold for me?"--"I pray you take the green foxes o' you."--
"How long ago has this world been
Thrilling me?--A thousand years?"--
"I'll have one fair green foxes o' you--
And a hundred o' you will have,
I'll have a hundred o' of my dear sister's breed,
And a hundred o' of you will have,
And a hundred o' o' I'll see all that she left me:
O'er the green foxes o' mine.
On her shoulder o' the green foxes o' she;
On his forehead o' the green foxes o' her;
On his brow o' the green foxes o' their dead sister's milk;
And o'er his ears o' the green foxes o' theirs,
A hundred o' o' I'll see all that I saw when I found her:
There she sat beside her head,
She looked up, in the grey trees that covered her,
She looked up; her eyes are sweet, there in those pale green tree eyes.
Her cheek o' the green foxes o' mine,
On his eye o' the green foxes o' him.
"Good-bye, dear sister, O thee, old friend;
O thee, old friend, O thee, old friend, O me,
Here I'll be the father's death;
And you o'er the green foxes o' my brother,
And w'er oer the green foxes o' my sister!"