Round the World and Home Again Poem

Gene Wilder was i of the greatest comedic actors of all time. At the age of eighty, he made a rare public appearance in NYC to say that the remake of Wonka was "an insult." Kudos. What many people don't realize is that many of Wonka lines are lifted from famous literary sources.
I'd like to explore the originals.

"Up the airy mount,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't become a-hunting
For fearfulness of little men."

(...the strange knife-pedler)

Take from William Allingham's,
"The Fairies"

Up the blusterous mountain,

Down the rushy glen,
Nosotros daren't become a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, skillful folk,
Trooping birthday;
Green jacket, ruby cap,
And white owls' plumage!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They alive on crispy pancakes
Of xanthous tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the blackness mountain lake
With frogs for their sentry-dogs,
All dark awake.

"99...44... 100 percent pure"

(...the manufactory door combination)

Taken from the title of Ogden Nash'south,

"Dwelling house, 99 44/100% Sweet Dwelling house"

Home is heaven and orgies are vile,
But I like an orgy, in one case in a while.

" Yous should never, never doubt

what nobody is sure nearly"

(...in the shrinking hallway)

...from Hilaire Belloc'southward

"The Microbe"

The Microbe is so very pocket-sized

You cannot brand him out at all,
Only many sanguine people hope
To see him through a microscope.
His jointed tongue that lies beneath
A hundred curious rows of teeth;
His seven tufted tails with lots
Of lovely pink and royal spots,
On each of which a pattern stands,
Composed of 40 separate bands;
His eyebrows of a tender green;
All these have never yet been seen--
But Scientists, who ought to know,
Assure us that they must be and so...

Oh! let us never, never doubt

What nobody is sure near!

" Is it my soul that calls me past my proper noun? "

(spoken in the "Fun-house" room)

...was originally used in the ballsy play,

Shakespeare's, "Romeo and Juliet"

Romeo: It is my soul that calls upon my name:
How argent-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Similar softest music to attending ears!

"The suspense is terrible, I hope information technology volition last"

(...whilst Augustus is stuck in the tube)

...from Oscar Wilde'southward,

"The importance of Being Earnest"

Cecily: Uncle Jack seems strangely agitated.
Chasuble: Your guardian has a very emotional nature.

Lady Bracknell: This noise is extremely unpleasant.

It sounds as if he was having an argument.

I dislike arguments of whatever kind.

They are ever vulgar,

and often convincing.

Chasuble: [Looking up.] It has stopped now.

[The noise is redoubled.]

Lady Bracknell: I wish he would arrive at some conclusion.

Gwendolen: This suspense is terrible. I promise it will final.

" All I ask is a tall ship

and a star to sail her by "

(uttered just before the wild boat ride)

...was from John Masefield's

poem, "Bounding main Fever."

I must get downwards to the seas once more,

to the lonely sea and the heaven,

And all I inquire is a alpine ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind'southward song and the white sheet'due south shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face up,

and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas over again,

for the call of the running tide
Is a wild phone call and a clear call that may non exist denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume,

and the sea-gulls crying.
I must get down to the seas once again,

to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's fashion and the whale's style,

where the current of air's like a whetted pocketknife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet slumber and a sweet dream when the long play a trick on'southward over.

" Round the earth and home again,

that'due south the sailor's mode!"

(...on the creepy boat)

...was from William Allingham's,

"Homeward Bound"

Head the transport for England!

Milkshake out every sail!
Blithe leap the billows,
Merry sings the gale.
Captain, work the reckoning;
How many knots a twenty-four hours? -
Round the world and dwelling house once more,
That's the sailor's way!

We've traded with the Yankees,

Brazilians and Chinese;
We've laughed with dusky beauties
In the shade of alpine palm trees;
Across the line and Gulf-Stream
Round by Table Bay -
Everywhere and home again,
That's the crewman's manner!

Nightly stands the Northward Star

Higher on our bow;
Directly nosotros run for England;
Our thoughts are in it now.
Jolly time with friends on shore
When nosotros've drawn our pay; -
All about and habitation again,
That's the crewman'south way!

Tom will to his parents;

Jack will to his beloved;
Joe to wife and children;
Bob to pipes and beer;
Dicky to the dancing-room,
to hear the fiddles play; -
Circular the world and dwelling house once again,
That'due south the sailor'south way!

" A small step for mankind,

but a giant footstep for the states"

(...getting off the boat)

Quoting Neil Armstrong'southward

moon landing statement.

One small step for man,

one giant leap for mankind.

" In springtime, the only pretty ring time,

birds sing hey ding... a ding, a ding,

sweet lovers love the springtime"

(...in Inventing Room)

...from Shakespeare'due south,

"Every bit You Like Information technology"

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,

These pretty country folks would lie

In springtime, the simply pretty band time,

When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding.

Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey hey-nonny-no,

How that a life was but a bloom

In springtime, the only pretty band time,

When birds exercise sing, Hey ding a ding, ding.

Sweet lovers dear the bound.

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey hey-nonny-no,

For love is crownèd with the prime

In springtime, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding.

Sweet lovers love the spring.

" Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker"

(...when ingredients "butterscotch"

and "buttergin" are in question)

...from Ogden Nash's,

"Reflections on Ice Breaking"

Candy is dandy,

simply liquor is quicker.

Processed is nifty,

but pot is not.

* the "pot is not" was added in 1968

"Push, push button, who's got the push button?"

(Attempting to showtime the gum-meal machine)
...from Verna Meads Surer'south children's song.

Only-ton, merely-ton, who has the but-ton?

Oh, where can it be?
I have to detect it, I accept to find information technology, If I could on-ly
John-ny holds his easily and then tight, Ma-ry will not tell,
Jim-my looks as though he might,

They're hid-ing it and then well
But-ton, simply-ton, who has the simply-ton?

Oh, where tin information technology exist?

"Where is fancy bred,
in the eye or in the caput?"

(...after Violet rolls away)

...from Shakespeare's,

"Merchant of Venice"

Verse 1
Tell me where is fancy bred, {he}
Or in the heart, or in the caput?
How begot, how nourishèd? [nour-ish-ed]
Answer, respond.
Information technology is engender'd in the eyes, {she}
With gazing fed;
and fancy dies, and fancy dies {together}
In the cradle where it lies.
Chorus
Let us all band fancy's knell; {he}
I'll begin it, --ding, dong, bong.
Let the states all ring fancy'southward knell;
I'll brainstorm it, --ding, dong, bell.
Ding, dong, bell. {together}
(Harp /Strings Interlude)
Verse two
Tell me where is fancy bred, {she}
Or in the heart or in the caput?
How begot, how nourishèd?
Respond, respond.
It is engender'd in the eyes, {he}
With gazing fed; (fancy dies) {she}
and fancy dies, and fancy dies {together}
In the cradle where it lies.
Chorus 2
Let us all ring (permit us all ring) {he & she alternating}
fancy's knell; (ring fancy'south knell)

I'll begin it, --ding, dong, bell.
Allow us all ring (permit us all ring) fancy'due south knell;

(band fancy'south knell)
I'll begin information technology, --ding, dong, bong.
Ding, dong, bong.
Coda
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong, bong.

"We are the music-makers,

and the dreamers of dreams"

(Wonka'due south response Veruca's Snozzberry)

...from Arthur O'Shaughnessy's, "Ode"

We are the music makers,

And nosotros are the dreamer of dreams,
Wandering past alone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Notwithstanding we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for e'er, information technology seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties,
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's celebrity:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.

Nosotros, in the ages lying
In the buried by of earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Boom-boom itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world'south worth;
For each historic period is a dream that is dying,
Or ane that is coming to birth.

A jiff of our inspiration,
Is the life of each generation.
A wondrous thing of our dreaming,
Unearthly, impossible seeming-
The soldier, the king, and the peasant
Are working together in 1,
Till our dream shall go their present,
And their work in the earth be washed.

They had no vision astonishing
Of the goodly house they are raising.
They had no divine foreshowing
Of the country to which they are going:
But on one man'south soul it hath bankrupt,
A lite that doth not depart
And his look, or a word he hath spoken,
Wrought flame in another man's eye.

And therefore today is thrilling,
With a by mean solar day's late fulfilling.
And the multitudes are enlisted
In the faith that their fathers resisted,
And, scorning the dream of tomorrow,
Are bringing to pass, as they may,
In the world, for it's joy or it's sorrow,
The dream that was scorned yesterday.

Just we, with our dreaming and singing,
Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
The celebrity about the states clinging
Of the glorious futures we run across,
Our souls with loftier music ringing;
O men! It must ever be
That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,
A petty apart from ye.

For we are afar with the dawning
And the suns that are non nevertheless loftier,
And out of the infinite forenoon
Intrepid you hear us cry-
How, spite of your human scorning,
Once more God's futurity draws well-nigh,
And already goes forth the warning
That ye of the past must die.

Swell hail! we cry to the corners
From the dazzling unknown shore;
Bring u.s. hither your sun and your summers,
And renew our world as of yore;
You lot shall teach u.s. your song's new numbers,
And things that we dreamt not before;
Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
And a vocalizer who sings no more.

"Bubbles, bubbles everywhere,
merely not a drop to drink..."

(Introducing "Fizzy-lifting drinks")

...from Samuel Taylor Coleridge'southward,

"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"

Twenty-four hours later mean solar day, day after day,

We stuck, nor breath nor motion;

As idle equally a painted ship

Upon a painted bounding main.

H2o, h2o, everywhere,

And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, everywhere,

Nor any drop to potable.

" A thing of beauty is a joy forever "

(referring to the Wonkamobile)

...was from John Keates' poem,

"Endymion: A Poetic Romance"

A affair of beauty is a joy for always:

Its loveliness increases; it volition never
Pass into nothingness; but however will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweetness dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the globe,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the mantle
From our dark spirits. Such the sunday, the moon,
Trees erstwhile, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they alive in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot flavour; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty expressionless;
All lovely tales that we take heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto u.s. from the heaven's brink.
Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the copse
That whisper round a temple become before long
Beloved as the temple'due south cocky, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt the states till they get a cheering lite
Unto our souls, and bound to usa so fast
That, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast,
They always must be with us, or we dice.
Therefore, 'tis with full happiness that I
Will trace the story of Endymion.
The very music of the proper noun has gone
Into my existence, and each pleasant scene
Is growing fresh earlier me equally the light-green
Of our own valleys: so I will begin
Now while I cannot hear the city's din;
Now while the early budders are but new,
And run in mazes of the youngest hue
About sometime forests; while the willow trails
Its frail amber; and the dairy pails
Bring home increment of milk. And, equally the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll smoothly steer
My piddling boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white,
Hibernate in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum most globes of clover and sweet peas,
I must exist near the middle of my story.
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See information technology half finished: but let Autumn bold,
With universal tinge of sober golden,
Exist all almost me when I make an end!
And now at in one case, adventuresome, I send
My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.

" Parting is such sweet sorrow "

(...every bit Mrs. Teevee is carried away)

...also from Shakespeare's,

"Romeo and Juliet"

JULIET
Expert Night, Expert night! P arting is such sugariness sorrow,

that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

in a weary globe"

(...after Charlie leaves the

Gobstopper on his desk)

...as well from Shakespeare'south,

"Merchant of Venice"

PORTIA
That lite we see is called-for in my hall.
How far that niggling candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
NERISSA
When the moon shone, we did non see the candle.
PORTIA
And then doth the greater glory dim the less:
A substitute shines brightly as a male monarch
Unto the king be by, and then his state
Empties itself, as doth an inland brook
Into the main of waters. Music! hark!
NERISSA
Information technology is your music, madam, of the firm.
PORTIA
Nothing is proficient, I meet, without respect:
Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day.
NERISSA
Silence bestows that virtue on information technology, madam.
PORTIA
The crow doth sing equally sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended, and I think
The nightingale, if she should sing past day,
When every goose is cackling, would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many things by season flavour'd are
To their right praise and truthful perfection!
Peace, ho! the moon sleeps with Endymion
And would not be awaked.

...that does information technology.

A complete guide to

Willy Wonka quotes and

their original contexts.

Whew.

Please allow me know if I forgot any!

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