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Singin' in the Rain (1952) is one of the most-loved and celebrated film musicals of all time from MGM, before a mass exodus to filmed adaptations of Broadway plays emerged as a standard pattern. It was made directly for film, and was not a Broadway adaptation.
The joyous film, co-directed by Stanley Donen and acrobatic dancer-star-choreographer Gene Kelly, is a charming, up-beat, graceful and thoroughly enjoyable experience with great songs, lots of flashbacks, wonderful dances (including the spectacular Broadway Melody Ballet with leggy guest star Cyd Charisse), casting and story. This was another extraordinary example of the organic, 'integrated musical' in which the story's characters naturally express their emotions in the midst of their lives. Song and dance replace the dialogue, usually during moments of high spirits or passionate romance. And over half of the film - a 'let's put on a play' type of film, is composed of musical numbers.
This superb film, called "MGM's TECHNICOLOR Musical Treasure," was produced during MGM studios' creative pinnacle. From the late 1930s to the early 1960s, producer Arthur Freed produced more than forty musicals for MGM. The creative forces at the studio in the Freed Unit - composed of Freed, Vincente Minnelli, Stanley Donen, and actor/choreographer Gene Kelly - also collaborated together to produce such gems as Meet Me in St. Louis (1944), The Pirate (1948), On the Town (1949), Best Picture Oscar-winner a year earlier with director Vincente Minnelli - An American in Paris (1951), Royal Wedding (1951), Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954), and Gigi (1958).
Because the colorful, witty film is set in 1927, it humorously satirizes and parodies the panic surrounding the troubling transitional period from silents to talkies in the dream factory of Hollywood of the late 1920s as the sound revolution swept through. The film's screenplay, suggested by the song Singin' in the Rain that was written by Freed and Brown, was scripted by Betty Comden and Adolph Green (who also wrote On the Town (1949)). The time frame of Comden's and Green's script, the Roaring 20s Era of flappers, was mostly determined by the fact that lyricist Freed (and songwriter Nacio Herb Brown) had written their extensive library of songs in their early careers during the 1920s and 1930s, when Hollywood was transitioning to talkies. The musical comedy's story, then, would be best suited around that theme. Except for two songs, all of the musical arrangements in the film to be showcased were composed by Freed and Brown for different Hollywood films before Freed became a producer.
[The title song was originally created by lyricist Arthur Freed and composer Nacio Herb Brown for MGM's Hollywood Revue of 1929 (1929). The general storyline of the film was derived from Once in a Lifetime (1932), a hilarious adaptation of the Moss Hart-George S. Kaufman play also set during the time of panic surrounding Hollywood's transition to talkies.]
Folk rock singer-songwriter Bob Dylan was born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941, in Duluth, Minnesota. While attending college, he began performing folk and country songs, taking the name "Bob Dylan." In 1961 Dylan signed his first recording contract. Showing no signs of slowing down, Dylan has continued to tour in recent years, with his recent studio albums including Together Through Life (2009) and Tempest (2012).
In youth open your mind, And let all learning in; Words the head does not shape Are worthless, out and in. Words wit has not salted,No nearer the heart than the lip, Are nothing more than wind, A puppy's insolent yelp.
Anonymous c.1500 'To a Boy'. Translated from the Irish by Michael O'Donovan ('Frank O'Connor').
Though raging stormes movis us to shake, And wind makis waters overflow; We yield thereto bot dois not break And in the calm bent up we grow. So baneist men, though princes rage, And prisoners, be not despairit. Abide the calm, whill that it 'suage, For time sic causis has repairit.
Anonymous The Maitland Manuscript,'The Reeds in the Loch Sayis'.
Westron winde, when wilt thou blow, The smalle raine downe can raine? Christ if my love were in my armes, And I in my bed againe.
Anonymous c.1500 Untitled lyric.
I challenge all the men alive To say they e'er were gladder, Than boys all striving, Who should kick most wind out of the bladder.
Anonymous Charterhouse public school song, celebrating football.
A Boston man is the east wind made flesh.
Thomas Gold Appleton Attributed.
Oh I see said the Earl but my own idear is that these things are as piffle before the wind.
Daisy Mary Margaret Ashford TheYoung Visiters, or Mr Salteena's Plan, ch.5.
O'er his white banes, when they are bare, The wind sall blaw for evermair.
Ballads 'The Twa Corbies'.
I'm a fart in a gale of wind, a humble violet under a cow pat.
Djuna Barnes Doctor. Nightwood, ch.5.
And, behold, the L passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the L; but the L was not in the wind: and after thewind anearthquake; butthe L wasnot inthe earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the L was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Bible (Old Testament) ORDORDORDORDORD1 Kings19:11^12.
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.But his delight is in the law of the L; and in his law doth he meditate dayand night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in hisseason; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. The ungodlyare not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
Bible (Old Testament) ORDPsalms1:1^4.
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Bible (Old Testament) Psalms103:15^16.
And a manshall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.
Bible (Old Testament) Isaiah 32:2.
For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.
Bible (Old Testament) Hosea 8:7.
Even so we in like manner, as soon as we were born, began to draw to our end, and had no sign of virtue to shew; but were consumed in our own wickedness. For the hope of the ungodly is like dust that is blown away with the wind; like a thin froth that is driven away with the storm; like as the smoke which is dispersed here and there with a tempest, and passeth away as the remembrance of a guest that tarrieth but a day.
Bible (Apocrypha) Wisdom of Solomon 5:13^14.
The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is everyonethat is born of the Spirit.
Bible (NewTestament) St John 3:8.
And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place. And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat uponeach ofthem. And they wereall filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.
Bible (NewTestament) Acts of the Apostles 2:1^4.
Never pain to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly.
William Blake MS Notebooks, p.115.
Mock on, mock on,Voltaire Rousseau; Mock on, mock on,'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again.
William Blake ^3 MS Notebooks, p.7.
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.
Maxwell Bodenheim Quoted in Ben Hecht's play Winkelberg (1958).
There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things: there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?
George Henry Borrow Lavengro, ch.25.
The wind howls and the countryside is the colour of a lion.Foraweek the cicadashave beenscreaming; Ithink by now most of them have burst, for there are far fewer.
Paul Frederick Bowles Letter to Ned Rorem, 20 Aug.
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.
Anne Bronte« 'Line Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day', in Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell.
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; And, while the night isgathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away. Brooke
EmilyJane Bronte« 'Faith and Despondency', in Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell.
I lingered around them, under the benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
EmilyJane Bronte« Wuthering Heights, ch.34, closing words.
Our doom is, to be sifted by the wind, heaped up, smoothed down like silly sands. We are less permanent than thought.
Basil Bunting Villon, pt.1.
Of a'the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the West; For there the bonie Lassie lives, The Lassie I lo'e best.
Robert Burns 'Of a' the airts the wind can blaw', or 'I Love my Jean', stanza1.
L'absence est a' l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; Il e teint le petit, il allume le grand. Absence is to love what wind is to fire; It extinguishes the small, it kindles the great.
Comte de Bussy-Rabutin Histoire Amoureuse des Gaules. Maximes d'Amour, pt.2.
Oaths are but words, and words but wind.
Samuel Butler Hudibras, pt.2, canto 2, l.107.
But the principal failing occurred in the sailing, And the Bellman, perplexed and distressed, Said he had hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East, That the ship would not travel due West!
Dodgson The Hunting of the Snark,'Fit the Second: The Bellman's Speech'.
A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.
JohnWilliam Cheever Collected in The Journals,'The Sixties'.
The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 'Frost at Midnight'.
Suddenlya puff of wind, a puff faint and tepid and laden with strange odours of blossoms, of aromatic wood, comes out of the still nightthe first sigh of the east on my face.
Sir William Neil pseudonym Cassandra Connor 'Youth'.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast
Allan Cunningham 'A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea', stanza1.
There was a fine gentle wind, and Mr Pickwick's hat rolled sportively before it. The wind puffed, and Mr Pickwick puffed, and the hat rolled over and over as merrilyas a lively porpoise in a strong tide.
CharlesJohn Huffam Dickens ^7 Pickwick Papers, ch.4.
The wind's in the east I am always conscious of an uncomfortablesensationnowand thenwhenthewind is blowing in the east.
CharlesJohn Huffam Dickens ^3 Mr Jarndyce. Bleak House, ch.6.
I have forgot much,Cynara! Gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses, riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, all the time, because the dance was long: I have been faithful to thee,Cynara! in my fashion.
Ernest Dowson Verses,'Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae'.
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry.
Michael Drayton Poems Lyrick and Pastorall,'To the Cambro-Britons and Their Harp, His Ballad of Agincourt', describing Henry V's expedition to France,1415.
How many roads must a man walk down Before you can call him a man? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Bob pseudonym of Robert Allen Zimmerman Dylan 'Blowin' in the Wind'.
I think we ought to let him hang there. Let him twist slowly, slowly in the wind.
John Ehrlichman Of Patrick Gray, regarding his nomination as Director of the FBI. Taped conversation with John Dean, reported in the Washington Post, 27 Jul.
Clear the air! clean the sky! wash the wind! take the stonefromthestone, taketheskinfromthearm, takethe muscle from bone, and wash them.
T(homas) S(tearns) Eliot Murder in the Cathedral, pt.2.
And the wind shall say: 'Here were decent godless people: Their only monument the asphalt road And a thousand lost golf balls.'
T(homas) S(tearns) Eliot The Rock, pt.1.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier, Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing The soul's sap quivers.
T(homas) S(tearns) Eliot Four Quartets,'Little Gidding', pt.1.
Our childhoods are sowing the wind, our adulthoods are reaping the whirlwind.
HarlanJay Ellison Approaching Oblivion, introduction.
Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
Sir William (Gerald) Golding Pincher Martin, ch.6.
As you walk through the storm, Hold your head up high, And don't be afraid of the dark, At the end of the storm, Is a golden sky, And the sweet silver song of the lark, Walk on through the wind, Walk on through the rain, Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on, With hope in your hearts, And you'll never walk alone, You'll never walk alone.
Oscar, II Hammerstein Carousel,'You'll NeverWalk Alone' (music by Richard Rodgers). The song was subsequently released in a pop version by Gerry and the Pacemakers in1963 and adopted as a club song by Liverpool football club.
Nocht is your fairnes bot ane faiding flour, Nocht is your famous laud and hie honour Bot wind inflat in uther mennis eiris.
Robert Henryson c.1470 The Testament of Cresseid, stanza 65.
I struck the board, and cried,'No more. I will abroad.' What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the road, Loose as the wind, as large as store.
George Herbert 'The Collar', collected in The Temple, Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations (published posthumously,1633).
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
A(lfred) E(dward) Housman A Shropshire Lad, no.31.
Speak now, and I will answer; How shall I help you, say; Ere to the wind's twelve quarters I take my endless way. 415
A(lfred) E(dward) Housman A Shropshire Lad, no.32.
Que se rompa el andamio de los huesos Que se derrumben las vigas del cerebro Yarrastre el huraca n los trozos a la nada al otro lado En donde el viento azota a Dios Smash the scaffold of the bones Pull down the rafters of the brain Let the hurricane drag the pieces to the nothing on the other side Where the wind thrashes God
Vicente Huidobro Altazor o el viaje en paraca| das, canto1 (translated as Altazor, or, A Voyage in a Parachute,1988).
'Oh Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands of Dee.' The western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she.
Charles Kingsley Alton Locke, ch.26,'The Sands of Dee'.
Come; and strong within us Stir theVikings' blood; Bracing brain and sinew; Blow, thou wind of God!
Charles Kingsley 'Ode to the North-East Wind'.
I cannot tell where you should look for me, if you send out any pinnace to seek me; because I live at the devotion of the wind and seas. And thus fare you well; desiring God to send us a merry meeting in this world, if it be his good will and pleasure.
SirJames Lancaster c.1594 Letter to the East India Company written on the homeward voyage when the two English ships ran into storms off the Cape of Good Hope. Lancaster's ship lost her rudder. Unwilling torisk theother ship, Lancaster orderedher captain to sail straight home, taking the letter with him. A voyage with three tall ships, the Penelope, admirall, the Marchant Royall, vice- admiral, and the Edward Bonaventure, rear-admiral, to the East Indies Begun By M. George Raymond, in the yeere1591, and performed by M. James Lancaster; and written from the mouth of Edmund Barker of Ipswich (his lieutenant in the sayd voyage) by M. Richard Hakluyt.
L'absence diminue les me diocres passions, et augmente les grandes,comme le vent e teint les bougies, et allume le feu. Absence diminishes commonplace passions, and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and kindles fire.
Fran c° ois, 6th Duc de La Rochefoucauld Maximes, no.276.
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
D(avid) H(erbert) Lawrence 'Song of a Man Who Has Come Through'.
As for mefor me, the grass grew longer, and more sorrowful, and the trees were surfaced like flesh, and girls were no longer to be treated lightly but were creatures of commanding sadness, and all journeys through the valley were now made alone, with passion in every bush, and the motions of wind and cloud and stars were suddenly for myself alone, and voices elected me of all men living and called me to deliver the world, and I groaned from solitude, blushed when I stumbled, loved strangers and bread and butter, and made long trips through the rain on my bicycle, stared wretchedly through lighted windows, grinned wryly to think how little I was known, and lived in a state of raging excitement.
Laurie Lee Cider With Rosie,'Last Days'.
A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 'My LostYouth', in Putnam's Monthly Magazine, vol.6, Aug. Collected in The Courtship of Miles Standish and Other Poems, 1858. In his diary Longfellow notes that these lines are from an 'old Lapland song'.
Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento.Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montan a. Green how I love you green. Green wind.Green boughs. The ship on the sea and the horse on the mountain.
Federico Garc| a Lorca ^7 Romance sona mbulo.
If to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone, You or I were alone; Then my Lucasta might I crave Pity from blust'ring wind, or swallowing wave.
Richard Lovelace Lucasta,'To Lucasta, Going beyond the Seas'.
There is no good in arguing with the inevitable.The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
James Russell Lowell 'On Democracy', Lowell's inaugural address when he became president of the Birmingham and Midland Institute, 6 Oct.
Woord is but wynd; leff woord and tak the dede.
John Lydgate Secrets of Old Philosophers, l.224.
The most striking of all the impressions that I have formed since I left London a month ago is of the strength of African national consciousness. In different places it may take different forms, but it is happening everywhere. The wind of change is blowing through this continent.Whether we like it or not, the growth of national consciousness is a political fact.
Stockton Speech to the South African Parliament, 3 Feb.
America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestantswho live inthe center, inthe serene eye of the big wind.
Norman Kingsley Mailer Advertisements for Myself,'Advertisement for ''Games and Ends'''.
The east wind prevails over the west wind.
Mao Zedong or MaoTse-tung Spoken at an international conference of Communist leaders in Moscow. Quoted in Ross Terrill Mao: A Biography (1980), ch.14.
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
John Edward Masefield 'Sea Fever'.
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of bird's cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes.
John Edward Masefield 'West Wind'.
A wind sways in the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines Of the roots here and there. The pine tree drops its dead; Theyare quiet, as under the sea. Overhead, overhead Rushes life in a race, As the clouds the clouds chase; And we go, And we drop like the fruits of the tree, Even we, Even so.
George Meredith A Reading of Earth,'Dirge in the Woods'.
The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr with Aurora playing, As he met her once a-Maying, There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.
John Milton c.1631 L'Allegro, l.18^24. The'daughter fair' is Euphrosyne, or Mirth, one of the Three Graces.
Theyare sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs 578 Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swollen with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread, Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said, But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
John Milton Lycidas, l.122^31.
But knowledge is as food, and needs no less Her temperance over appetite, to know In measure what the mind may well contain, Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns Wisdom to folly, as nourishment to wind.
John Milton Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.7, l.126^30.
Nous sommes par tout vent. We are all wind throughout.
Michel Eyquem de Montaigne Essais, bk.3, ch.13 (translated by Charles Cotton).
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding Ridingriding The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
Alfred Noyes 'The Highwayman'.
Political languageis designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.
George pseudonym of Eric Arthur Blair Orwell 'Politics and the English Language', collected in Shooting an Elephant (1950).
Your anger was a climate I inhabited like a desert in a dry frigid weather of high thin air and ivory sun, sand dunes the wind lifted into stinging clouds that blinded and choked me where the only ice was in the blood.
Marge Piercy Stone, Paper, Knife,'TheWeight'.
Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way; Yet simple Nature to his hope has giv'n, Behind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler heav'n.
Alexander Pope An Essay on Man, epistle1, l.99^104.
The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses grey, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried byan orphan boy, The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry.
Sir Walter Scott The Lay of the Last Minstrel, introduction.
Heap on more wood!the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Sir Walter Scott Marmion, canto 6, introduction.
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.
Percy Bysshe Shelley 'Ode to theWestWind', l.1^3.
This rortie wretched city Sair come down frae its auld hiechts The hauf o't smug, complacent, Lost til all pride of race or spirit, The tither wild and rouch as ever In its secret hairt But lost alsweill, the smeddum tane, The man o'independent mind has cap in hand the day Sits on its craggy spine And drees the wind and rain That nourished all its genius Weary wi centuries This empty capital snorts like a great beast Caged in its sleep, dreaming of freedom.
Sydney Goodsir Smith Of Edinburgh.'Kynd Kittock's Land' (Kynd Kittock is a character in the poetry of the16c Scottish poetWilliam Dunbar.) rortie=splendid, smeddum=spirit, drees=endures.
God tempers the wind, said Maria, to the shorn lamb.
Laurence Sterne A SentimentalJourney,'Maria'.This is an allusion to an old French proverb.
Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Robert Louis Stevenson A Child's Garden ofVerses, no.9,'Windy Nights', stanza1.
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying, Blows the wind on the moors to-dayand now, Where about the graves of the martyrs the whaups are crying, My heart remembers how!
Robert Louis Stevenson Songs ofTravel (published1896), no.45,'To S.R. Crockett (in reply to a dedication)', stanza1.
I saw rain falling and the rainbow drawn On Lammermuir. Hearkening I heard again In my precipitous city beaten bells Winnow the keen sea wind. And here afar, Intent on my own race and place, I wrote.
Robert Louis Stevenson Weir of Hermiston (published1896), Dedication'To My Wife'.
Ah, yet would God this flesh of mine might be Where air might wash and long leaves cover me; Where tides of grass break into foam of flowers, Or where the wind's feet shine along the sea.
Algernon Charles Swinburne 'LausVeneris'.
Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.
Tennyson Poems,'The Lotos^Easters', Choric Song, stanza 8, l.171^3.
Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Tennyson The Princess, pt.3, added song, stanzas1^2.
Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.
Tennyson 'Come not, when I am dead', complete poem.
I am going a long way With these thou se'stif indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crowed with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Tennyson Idylls of the King,'The Passing of Arthur', l.424^32.
Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, Offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholes Less than themselves.
A(rthur) S(eymour) J(ohn) Tessimond 'Cats', pt.2.
When Gods were young This wind was old.
(Philip) Edward Thomas 'The Mountain Chapel'.
We will listen to the wind's text Blown through the roof, or the thrush's song In the thick bush that proved him wrong, Wrong from the start, for nature's truth Is primary and her changing seasons Correct out of a vaster reason The vague errors of the flesh.
R(onald) S(tuart) Thomas 'The Minister'.
Keep bees and grow asparagus, watch the tides and listen to the wind instead of the politicians make up your own stories and believe them if you want to live the good life.
Miriam Waddington Driving Home: Poems New and Selected,'Advice to the Young'.
I shall stay [the reader] no longer than to wish him a rainy day to read thisdiscourse; and that if he be an honest angler, the east wind may never blow when he goes a- fishing.
Izaak Walton The Compleat Angler,'Epistle to the Reader'.
For your names Of whores and murderers, they proceed from you, As if a man should spit against the wind; The filth returns in's face.
John Webster TheWhite Devil, act 3, sc.2.
Iwill not permitthirtymentotravelfourhundredmilesto agitate a bag of wind.
Andrew Dickson White On refusing permission for a team from Cornell University to visit Michigan to play a game of American football. Quoted in D Wallechinsky The People's Almanac (1975).
All night, this headland Lunges into the rumpling Capework of the wind.
Richard Wilbur The Mind Reader,'Sleepless at Crown Point'.
For there is a wind or a ghost of wind in all books echoing the life there, a high wind that fills the tubes of the ear until we think we hear a wind, actual.
William Carlos Williams Paterson, bk.3,'The Library'.
Autumn wind rises; white clouds fly. Grass and trees wither; geese go south.
Wu-ti c.127 BC 'TheAutumnWind' (translated byArthurWaley).The poem is a lament on leaving his mistress behind while he travelled on official business.
Folk rock singer-songwriter Bob Dylan was born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941, in Duluth, Minnesota. Driven by the influences of early rock stars like Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis and Little Richard (whom he used to imitate on the piano at high school dances), the young Dylan formed his own bands, including The Golden Chords as well as a group he fronted under the pseudonym Elston Gunn. While attending the University of Minnesota in Minneapolis, he began performing folk and country songs at local cafés, taking the name "Bob Dylan," after the late Welsh poet Dylan Thomas.
In 1960, Dylan dropped out of college and moved to New York where his idol, the legendary folk singer Woody Guthrie was hospitalized with a rare hereditary disease of the nervous system. Dylan visited with Guthrie regularly in his hospital room; he also became a regular in the folk clubs and coffeehouses of Greenwich Village; met a host of other musicians; and began writing songs at an astonishing pace, including "Song to Woody," a tribute to his ailing hero. In the fall of 1961, after one of his performances received a rave review in The New York Times, Dylan signed a recording contract with Columbia Records. Released early in 1962, Bob Dylan contained only two original songs, but showcased Dylan's gravelly-voiced singing style in a number of traditional folk songs and covers of blues songs.
The 1963 release of The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan marked Dylan's emergence as one of the most original and poetic voices in the history of American popular music. The album included two of the most memorable 1960s folk songs, "Blowin' in the Wind" (which later became a huge hit for the folk trio Peter, Paul, and Mary) and "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall." His next album, The Times They Are A-Changin', firmly established Dylan as the definitive songwriter of the 60s protest movement, a reputation that only increased after he became involved with one of the movement's established icons, Joan Baez, in 1963. While his romantic relationship with Baez lasted only two years, it benefited both performers immensely in terms of their music careers—Dylan wrote some of Baez's best-known material, and Baez introduced him to thousands of fans through her concerts. By 1964 Dylan was playing 200 concerts annually, but had become tired of his role as "the" folk singer-songwriter of the protest movement. Another Side of Bob Dylan, recorded in 1964, was a much more personal, introspective collection of songs, far less politically charged than Dylan's previous efforts.