George Gascoigne (1525–1577) English politician and poet
"The Lullabie of a Lover", line 1; p. 272.
A Hundreth Sundrie Flowres (1573)
Source: The Hunger Games
George Gascoigne (1525–1577) English politician and poet
"The Lullabie of a Lover", line 1; p. 272.
A Hundreth Sundrie Flowres (1573)
Torquato Tasso (1544–1595) Italian poet
Era la notte allor ch'alto riposo
Han l'onde e i venti, e parea muto il mondo,
Gli animai lassi, e quei che 'l mare ondoso,
O de' liquidi laghi alberga il fondo,
E chi si giace in tana, o in mandra ascoso,
E i pinti augelli nell’oblio giocondo
Sotto il silenzio de' secreti orrori
Sopían gli affanni, e raddolciano i cori.
Canto II, stanza 96 (tr. Fairfax)
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
“In my solitude I sing to myself a sweet lullaby, as sweet as my mother used to sing to me.”
Albert Cohen (1895–1981) Swiss writer
Le livre de ma mère [The Book of My Mother] (1954)
“For out of black
soul's night have stirred
dawn's cold gleam,
morning's singing bird.”
George Woodcock (1912–1995) Canadian writer of political biography and history, an anarchist thinker, an essayist and literary critic
"Black Flag" in Collected Poems (1983)
Context: For out of black
soul's night have stirred
dawn's cold gleam,
morning's singing bird. Let black day die,
let black flag fall,
let raven call,
let new day dawn
of black reborn.
“She's singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!”
Gaston Leroux book The Phantom of the Opera
Source: The Phantom of the Opera
Jack Johnson (musician) (1975) American musician
Lullaby.
Song lyrics, Sing-A-Longs and Lullabies for the Film Curious George (2006)
“I sing as the bird sings
That lives in the boughs.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832) German writer, artist, and politician
Ich singe, wie der Vogel singt
Der in den Zweigen wohnet.
Bk. II, Ch. 11
Wilhelm Meister's Lehrjahre (Apprenticeship) (1786–1830)
“Wherever you will go,
I will let you down,
But this lullaby goes on.”
Sarah Dessen book This Lullaby
Source: This Lullaby
“Free as a bird to settle where I will.”
William Wordsworth book The Prelude
Bk. I, l. 1.
The Prelude (1799-1805)
Context: Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that while it fans my cheek
Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings
From the green fields, and from yon azure sky.
Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come
To none more grateful than to me; escaped
From the vast city, where I long had pined
A discontented sojourner: now free,
Free as a bird to settle where I will.