I love the song, but seldom sing past the first stanza.
The poem has three stanzas.
For some reason, the last stanza to "The Hanging Tree" starts running through my head.
Suzanne Collins -- Mockingjay
In the final stanza, it’s clear that that’s what he’s waiting for.
Suzanne Collins -- Mockingjay
The hisses and shushes pick up on the next stanza.
Rick Yancey -- The 5th Wave
He clicked on an icon of a cat sneezing, and immediately a stanza appeared below.
Dave Eggers -- The Circle
It was mentioned as the most inspiring in the closing speech, and some in the audience asked him to repeat whole stanzas and couplets, exclaiming "Wah wah" when a particular line pleased them, which is a bit like "Bravo."
Malala Yousafzai -- I Am Malala
I reached the end of the refrain before Aloine’s first stanza.
Patrick Rothfuss -- The Name of the Wind
I hummed a stanza of Areida’s favorite song, a sad one, about a farmer whose family is starving.
Gail Carson Levine -- Ella Enchanted
The aging bachelor edging up on Stanza 4,000 as the electric fan stirs the stifling prairie heat: "Sing now, ye trolls and Nibelungs, sing no more The tunes that HARALD made in her praise, But into mourning turn your former lays: O blackest curse!
William Styron -- Sophie’s Choice
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With a sort of grave courtesy he completed the stanza: ’Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St Clement’s, You owe me three farthings, say the bells of St Martin’s, When will you pay me? say the bells of Old Bailey When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch.
George Orwell -- 1984
A few more stanzas, and they cracked open, revealing a triangular crevice.
Rick Riordan -- The Last Olympian
Two stanzas of it will do: "A MISSOURI MAIDEN’S FAREWELL TO ALABAMA "Alabama, good-bye!
Mark Twain -- The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
I searched my mind for a stanza to recite.
Alex Flinn -- Beastly
A perfect stanza of iambic pentameter, and the first altar of science had revealed itself in pristine clarity.
Dan Brown -- Angels & Demons
Somehow both Neferet and Loren managed to end up in the center of the circle as he finished reciting the stanza.
P.C. Cast & Kristin Cast -- Marked
He rocked it faster while his eyes began to read the second stanza: Within this narrow cell reclines her clay, That clay where once….
James Joyce -- Dubliners
Her gaze caught on one of the stanzas: The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders, wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast— And half believed it true.
Frank Beddor -- The Looking Glass Wars
In the lull that followed, Eragon picked up the scrap of paper from between the trees and examined her stanzas, as if reading them for the first time.
Christopher Paolini -- Eldest
As stanza after stanza of it thundered forth, he sat with his hands clasped, trembling in every nerve.
Upton Sinclair -- The Jungle
Twelve yearning stanzas.
Aldous Huxley -- Brave New World
Here I heard myself apostrophised as a "hard little thing;" and it was added, "any other woman would have been melted to marrow at hearing such stanzas crooned in her praise."
Charlotte Bronte -- Jane Eyre
But I can remember nothing;—not even that particular riddle which you have heard me mention; I can only recollect the first stanza; and there are several.
Jane Austen -- Emma
This ended, in prolonged solemn tones, like the continual tolling of a bell in a ship that is foundering at sea in a fog—in such tones he commenced reading the following hymn; but changing his manner towards the concluding stanzas, burst forth with a pealing exultation and joy— "The ribs and terrors in the whale, Arched over me a dismal gloom, While all God’s sun-lit waves rolled by, And lift me deepening down to doom.
Herman Melville -- Moby Dick
After essaying its virtues repeatedly, in contrast with his own voice, and, satisfying himself that none of its melody was lost, he made a very serious demonstration toward achieving a few stanzas of one of the longest effusions in the little volume so often mentioned.
James Fenimore Cooper -- The Last of the Mohicans
Before the first stanza of "Pomp and Circumstance" is over, people are screaming.
Ron Suskind -- A Hope in the Unseen
Perry produced his harmonica (his since yesterday, when he stole it from a Barstow variety store) and played the opening bars of what had come to be their "marching music"; the song was one of Perry’s favorites, and he had taught Dick all five stanzas.
Truman Capote -- In Cold Blood
This stichic verse, a single unit repeated row on row, corresponds better to epic hexameters than the rhymed stanzas of lyrics or ballads that were first tried in vernacular epics.
Homer -- The Iliad
Elizabeth’s eyes were fixed on her with most painful sensations, and she watched her progress through the several stanzas with an impatience which was very ill rewarded at their close; for Mary, on receiving, amongst the thanks of the table, the hint of a hope that she might be prevailed on to favour them again, after the pause of half a minute began another.
Jane Austen -- Pride and Prejudice
Lines and stanzas are necessities in poetry, but if the poem is any good, its basic unit of meaning is the sentence, just as in all other writing.
Thomas C. Foster -- How to Read Literature Like a Professor
Come, more: another stanza.
William Shakespeare -- As You Like It
The six concluding lines I remember, though I have forgotten the two first of the stanza; but the purport of them was, that his censures proceeded from good-will, and, therefore, he would be known to be the author.
Benjamin Franklin -- The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin
And an instant afterwards, at the accents which she imparted to this stanza,— ~Alarabes de cavallo Sin poderse menear, Con espadas, y los cuellos, Ballestas de buen echar~, Gringoire felt the tears start to his eyes.
Victor Hugo -- The Hunchback of Notre Dame
By the time the last stanza was reached, the half-drunken enthusiasm had risen to such a pitch, that everybody joined in and sang it clear through from the beginning, producing a volume of villainous sound that made the rafters quake.
Mark Twain -- The Prince and The Pauper
He lay back and, tearing open the packet, placed the last cigarette on the window ledge and began to write out the stanzas of the villanelle in small neat letters on the rough cardboard surface.
James Joyce -- A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
He had the ghost of two stanzas of a poem forming in his mind….
F. Scott Fitzgerald -- This Side of Paradise
They inquired after her studies and she was asked to recite a few stanzas from "The Daffodils."
Jhumpa Lahiri -- The Namesake
After a year, the father pressed again his question, but the youth persisted in refusal, with further stanzas from the poets.
Joseph Campbell -- The Hero With a Thousand Faces
The last stanzas were written the same week last year that J.T. Telio disappeared.
Dan Simmons -- Hyperion
Four maidens, Rowena leading the choir, raised a hymn for the soul of the deceased, of which we have only been able to decipher two or three stanzas:— Dust unto dust, To this all must; The tenant hath resign’d The faded form To waste and worm— Corruption claims her kind.
Sir Walter Scott -- Ivanhoe
Having concluded the stanza he discharged an arrow at the top of the castle, and went back to his place.
Miguel de Cervantes -- Don Quixote
Tereza could not address a single question, a single word, to any of the women; the only response she would have got was the next stanza of the current song.
Milan Kundera -- The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Emmy, quite at ease, as this was her husband’s only cause of disquiet, took his hand, and with a radiant face and smile began to warble that stanza from the favourite song of "Wapping Old Stairs," in which the heroine, after rebuking her Tom for inattention, promises "his trousers to mend, and his grog too to make," if he will be constant and kind, and not forsake her.
William Makepeace Thackeray -- Vanity Fair
Vague and quaint imaginings had haunted Sue in the days when her intellect scintillated like a star, that the world resembled a stanza or melody composed in a dream; it was wonderfully excellent to the half-aroused intelligence, but hopelessly absurd at the full waking; that the first cause worked automatically like a somnambulist, and not reflectively like a sage; that at the framing of the terrestrial conditions there seemed never to have been contemplated such a development of…
Thomas Hardy -- Jude the Obscure
Considering that Fred was not at all coarse, that he rather looked down on the manners and speech of young men who had not been to the university, and that he had written stanzas as pastoral and unvoluptuous as his flute-playing, his attraction towards Bambridge and Horrock was an interesting fact which even the love of horse-flesh would not wholly account for without that mysterious influence of Naming which determinates so much of mortal choice.
George Eliot -- Middlemarch
He turned over the pages, rejoicing in the clear type; he read out a stanza.
W. Somerset Maugham -- Of Human Bondage
Dr. Holden read the last stanzas again and then looked up at me.
John Green -- Paper Towns
I could only afford part of a stanza.
Ally Condie -- Matched
I’ll allow you no more than three stanzas.
Robert A. Heinlein -- Glory Road
I sing the words until the second stanza, when I can’t remember them.