Plot to poem

By Allison Parrish for NaPoGenMo 2017.

Each sentence from the Wikipedia plot summary of these works has been replaced with the line of poetry from Project Gutenberg that is closest in meaning. Mouse over the line to see the original sentence from the plot summary.

Want to learn more about how it works, or try it out on your own text? Python source code available here.

Star Wars (film)

What field of all the civil war

Whose lightnings make a terror of all Space.

An army when its king has fled:

For alms of memory with the after time,

Are slowly borne to earth, with a dirge of cries.

They who by their souls' travailing have brought

FRIEND might be of service to me in getting me into a place

Here we will keep her living in this town,

How changed from him, that Hector, whom of yore

The damsel to his father, saying, "Behold

That to his force to yeelden it was faine;

Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,

If Death should claim me for her own to-day,

But as I turn to you, and learn

he thought during all his life. It was his mother's.

His ship farre come from watrie wildernesse,

As all that lives of all that once was he

By turns some star is to our vision lost.

When th'heavenlie light of knowledge is put out,

First to the one, then to the other, moved

Through the blear light?" He thus to me in few:

All that may chance is dead to me,

Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate,

To that when further worlds to conquer failed;

Let ease, his last request, be of your giving,

Nor did Praeneste's raiser-up from field of battle lack,

From flying Time, the lustre of his wing,

That without wrath which wrath doth force us to.

Reare with the Reare now for their Valours vy,

When Harry Met Sally...

Where in one dream the feverish time of youth

Alas! that any friend of mine

week to the 'mistress'--for women carry on the business of

In gardens where men love me, and be sure

Is't not enough that women toil.

And so, in spite of all that Time is bringing,--

There, in eegrass new a-shooten,

But still, unmindful of time's flight,

She is a woman: one in whom

Among her women; certain, would not wed.

It cannot be that you would make a prisoner of me,

And all the maiden went in me before him,

evening of my life; I did not think then how happy I was."

You must try to walk sedately.

But a night and hauf a day that I 'll leave my dearie;

To such let others carve their way,

Will find from year to year,

With other friends may part:

You know when some one went to sea--

The milkmaid is waiting, I say, with her pail;

That her Majesty stood in great need of a tutor,

In conflict with her foes,

For I have wish'd this marriage, night and day,

As if his wrathful spite would never wake,

Yet wist her life at last must lincke in that same knot.

Than share the city's year forlorn.

Who does not love his early dream of love?--

What is there that abides

Then may I marry you, my pretty maid?'

House of Leaves

House of Fame, a person goes up to him,

To his own apartment, about the same time

the greatest poet that Argentina has as yet given to the

And first among them found of all his kind

first poem of which there is an allusion to--

tone which is so strikingly audible in our literature

Is when chaste matrons to their other ties

After, these three, who loved each other well,

'Twas in New York Kidd had his home;

hale to his home, and in haste return.

There was not a rebel behind the wall

_Second Servant._ There! Out at the side-door.

of the same velocity exactly behind it; and the common

And so, in spite of all that Time is bringing,--

within, and suddenly there leapt a man out of the side-room

Where should be truth if not in Arthur's hall,

painted to the last moment as full of innocence and

A moment only--with a snarl he hurled her into space.

From the shore where the curtain of morn is uprolled,

All the walls are white with lime,

But _which_ of the two is not quite clear--

To see it wasted as it is Down There

Been preferred. In the very few instances in which this

Out there in the road that goes by the house,

While to the winds all thought of Death we cast:

Be that which never yet has yearned nor ailed,

(As if the estate had been their own)

To know that even from this I turned away!

May is building her house. From the dust of things

of the national manner that their side was necessarily the

His robes were such as best beseemen might

For any kind of a reason, that I was in their way.

commentators seem to be in their understanding of Browning

From the first dawn of time,--the very Universe

When life itself is sinking in the strife,

As the result of these frays it appears that the Grays,

Are wish'd effects of thy most happy reign.

For such his manners, such his merits are,

where once beyond the laughingness of childhood,

For all be few to write her least part's history,

of their poems; they "added and altered many times," mostly

But in truth, although Cornelia was not by her husband's

And died, and had no quiet after death,

It even were doubtful if their victim knew.

from thyself as well as possible the true statement that

Of folys that stande so well in their owne

From the children of my mother.

And letters still came,--shorter, sadder, more strong,

"Not often; here are letters from her, full

Shrek

Who does not love his early dream of love?--

Will tell one."

Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)

With a blight to the last of his sight?--let him rather

To go wher that his fader is;

But the princess is not attracted.

It's almost alluz when I'm bad I see things at night!

In bounteous hoard to overbrim at once

Make much of us, all ye that married be;

Once more in hand his buckler grasp'd the champion true,

Must again travel into the desolate cities.

Life that she loves to a girl that is lov'd!

Thus to her weeping maids she makes her moan,

I marvel not at him who scorns his kind

never seen the outside of his tremendous castle.

When the Mariner's trance is abated.

To place him in the cave for present rest:

Which who so wants, wants so much of his rest:

So that Papa knew when to come,

And here and there, all scattered in their way,

Come at the dead of night when all is still;

Shrinks back from when it sees some hellish carnival.

So well it her beseems, that ye would weene

That her pursewed, +saw+ with great +remorse,+

I don't feel even I need what Nursey promised me. Do you?'

When every morning brought a noble chance,

Just as his winding way came out once more

When his mem'ry is gone--

At e'en, when hope amaist is gane,

"Know ye the shepherd that gathers his flock

Saying, "How woe-begone will be her sire,

Rosalind who so many years before had turned away her

Again 'tis William's wedding-day! advance--

"Then what mother says is true,

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,

Their blossoms killed by nipping frost.

Of chaps who work in peace with Time for friend.

pursuit of her love, and is not too far away. It is the

Before her, thinking ever on her praise,

The Hobbit

_Teresa._ My soul is full of visions all as wild!

As he that hath the middle place

Feast they much enjoyed despite their secret doubts.

Where with a thorn from the world-ransoming wreath

Than all lands that are girt by the wide-rolling sea;

As though from yonder throne

If you played your part in the world of men,

For his life's set prize, be it what it will!

With careless mien which hid his purpose well,

Out there in the road that goes by the house,

The forest, that loom'd like a patch of black

As if they were changed into blocks of wood,

Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us

Make thy leaves his richest treasure-places;

That telleth where she takes a town.

Each day to the King the reports came in

When from his bow the arrow sped that slew

To take possession of their thrones above;

_for on this mountain is the city of the Yakshas_.

As to his sight, his OWN HEAD IN HIS HAND.'

War, he sung, is toil and trouble,

Amidst that very battle, when the roar

The army of the dead.

Of that Metiscus, all the rule of battle-chariot had,

For the pigeon that flutters and dies.

And takes of good things far more than his share.

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

As of Tyre and of Carthage in story,

To which as from the field they passe along,

A ghost in marble of a girl you knew

That foemen meet and death is near.

Then come thou man of earth, and see the way,

"Where is thy crown, O tree of Love?

Bear its own hap and toil, for Jove to all alike is king;

To all, however poor, to enter heaven.

That from the forepart of the pinnace shone--

Even to her proudest heights--to where she caught

Of heaven--or to her own, which glow within,

It finds, which overstretchmg as a marsh

Of his shire to the other as the oldest; and therefore

I who its child once was, though daring to rebel;

commentators seem to be in their understanding of Browning

"When all the Temple is prepared within,

procession of a temple frieze._

In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,

When we should dwell together as one heart,

As he that was of wisdom sly;

And beams he bears in his top-castle strong;

No use growlin' when your hopes are killed,

Out into God's world with long faces of woe?

And with this girded sword will I

Who hold the earth so careless in the crook of their arms?

From time to time the vigor of his name

In her little garden many a flower is growing--

The Handmaid's Tale

If the world granary of the West is made

Of freedom for a nation,--then, indeed,

That we to him should our just rights resign,

enters into all the relations of social life.

Not as all other women are

She is a woman: one in whom

the force of an imperative is not uncommon in older

To her whose case was not their own;

E'en to her day of dying her life in woe she pass'd.

of Scotland_; given with many differences, 'long current in

When Lascaro in official

And so, in spite of all that Time is bringing,--

Such books as by chance may fall in their way;

As to thy sex, is given; thy husband's woe.

Has she no fear that her first husband lives?'

One after one, are full. Then shortly meets

Her loved twinnes, the dearlings of her ioy,

More Norandino's danger than her own.

Through power of that he runnes through enemies swerds;

and that it was Diomedes and Odysseus who caused his death.

Each sought by suicide to escape the dread

By both, escape, as was the will of Heaven.

As it is fit that men in office should be;

Such is her faith, where good cannot be had,

Along her future treading.

The first of all that he slew there

of poems chiefly written in India, and a Mr St John, a

Professor Craik charitably suggests that his poverty

For to tell him tale.'

As the guardsman that sleeps in his corselet of steel,--

As best, the government of equal rights

Ferris Bueller's Day Off

A school-house back in May,

Put quite out of his walk, the ways and fallows tries.

There nane less ye'll be my father;

which is still slipping from him, and to give him time for

the gnat, which changes from a natant to a volant state.

and that it was Diomedes and Odysseus who caused his death.

As doubts arose, the difference to decide?

And to his mother let him oft be led,

the right of way while touring in his private car.

To go 'tel dinner was all et,--

I who its child once was, though daring to rebel;

Lonely Aristaeus, sadly home returning, found his

And wouldst that Death to-day thy course arrest,

So this moment at crambo (not shuffling) is spent,

"Thou strik'st too hard: that club of thine will float

From life--so far that we could see their lights

evil consequences of his course of life. He then said:

The way before them, and will turn again

Who shrinks from danger, turns his back upon

Apparent as his guilty hand you take,

You afflicting old man at a Station!"

When the kye comes home,

Not far from home, but she hath lost her way:

"Who so thou be that passeth by

And I will put things into shape, when I get home to-day.

That her Majesty stood in great need of a tutor,

Who went to their death with a joke in their teeth,

This could not last, and like his Betters

Life all too earnest, and its time too short

Will, when looking well can't move her,

When all at once a happy light

'Then we will go home by the Portsmouth road,' I said.

Far too big in his house at home!

Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

In this springtime of the year?

Know these, save in the Ship, the Ship! She groans

By force or suttlety: Though Heav'n be shut,

"Will prove upon me, which is best in fight,

Why, if B., to the day of his dying, should rhyme on,

system for the purpose of these important secretions.

The Greeks so destitute of force as there.

From which when for a space I had withdrawn

When, too, fierce force of fury-winds at sea

For ghastly death his mandate gave,

What matter if their modes of capture

For she, whose life is by such treason sought,

And on this St. Valentine's Day

could be saved from the general destruction of such works.

And if he offers to rebel

That without wrath which wrath doth force us to.

When I sympathize quite with their notions of right,

And first, because from deep inside the thing

Should reach his blood, then o'er him still as death

Then lutanist and lute

That Andrew hoped again to use his pow'r,

There to shape them into weapons,

"All things that are in conflict be,"

Not all the mysteries that in us lie--

Thus to be able in the time of night

He will drive thee back dishonored,

When against pain he can no more make head,

That laid him low, beyond the power to save,

Of all-creating energy and might,

When first saluted by the light of thine,

Or that of his own will.

For Phelim O'Shea is disparsed in space.

Echoed from crew to crew across the waves.

Lost in Translation (film)

and a star in the story of man.

There in her father's halls. As o'er her nest

To bring him to her dream. His lack of tact

Through which his way lies, & he needs must passe,

So that in the morning at breakfast

Would meet with better friends above.

By cares in love, and want of due delight.

Are swifter than Time, as you'll learn on some day

To friends who share her joy and grief

On quiet nights she heard the whirring of her doom.

While seated after dinner at his ease,

To-night there'll be feasting in the city;

Must yesterday, to-morrow, and to-day all be the same,

hold at the entrance to Uncle John's room.

"Then through Rome's crowded streets to-day

Then softly whispered in her faithful ear,

Or I'll kiss thee!

The Matrix

By all who held the city consecrate

Such was their awe of man. In shadier bower

The public approbation I expect,

Untamoinen still is living,

Over the meadows that call is aye and forever repeated.

She look'd into his own. Not a word that she said,

When all is fled that life can give"

That a light as of dawn should leap into your face,

Often is brought forth a ful vngracious Brode.

This world, that passeth sone as floures fayre.

Of all-creating energy and might,

That I was lone once in the world of thy making;

Him who had flung their warriors into graves,

to the human understanding in our present state. But I can

Thy body, wretched one! that he may have

Even that the force of nature would o'errun

Group of the lambs went galloping off,

Which of themselves dissevered life would sever,

When officers from Kultur's class stand by and watch a Turk

Which thy husband cannot capture;

Away with them! there is not in their crew

then the sons of men dwelling in cities have known far

Abroad, and was thought by his friends to be dead.

Where even the brutes, in their despair,

All that may chance is dead to me,

another! Even I, who pique myself on my skill in marking

(_Exit_ MRS. TEMPENNY.)

And in some corner by the fire

For any kind of a reason, that I was in their way.

Thou, ruthless power, with bloodshed never cloy'd,

In slumber; for thine enemy never sleeps,

To me, is, though their fancies ever change

Rambling and roaring down the sky

Doom (1993 video game)

As being a part of the game.

As one who in his thirst has quaffed,

operation of the sensorium by which we excite two or many

Is but o'erpowered a space, not wholly quench'd:

But then, it does not matter. Strange how few,

Each to other like, more then on earth is thought?

As when the Indian to Dakota comes,

And hear that voice from your dead Past calling

That ship there is a Frenchman, who means to fight with we.

as good as he sends in the way of a fight.

Untrained in arms, where rashness leads not on.

Be-prank'd with ribbons, to this end,

That I was lone once in the world of thy making;

From thy spirit on his would all atone,

Is gone up to the moon!"

_Pelayo_. After his release he went to Lisbon and then to

And well I wote, that of your later fight

But none that so surely leads straight up to God,

Alone of the things that live, and mortal move upon earth.

Thus oft and oft over the doers of evil

After the toils of earth. Where skies are bright,

Neuromancer

Of those that perish in yon high stockade--

Who was its victim; who, his sire expelled,

Is of no common order, as his port

(8) "Alberich" is a dwarf king who appears in a number of

Who was pluck'd for his open contempt of the law;

As to how it comes to happen that I never took a wife--

For any kind of a reason, that I was in their way.

If you will, Destinies, that after all,

Nor his the only blood, that hath been stript

Strange is their case toward us, for they give

That thou ne'er hadst a being of thy own,

Of knowledge which is profit

Where war with rashness is attempted, there

And how from eve to morn in space so brief

Long as the statesman finds this case his own,

From which when for a space I had withdrawn

When Caesar saw his army prone to war,

How many ships were then on fire,

Nor, being armed, fierce troops to follow far,

Aldrian. There, however, he is killed because he strikes

Their crime, who not with us proceed, was that,

And, after all, it was not a crime,

Who names not now with honour patient Job?

Just as their one! two! three! is ended,

Human nature is nothing to toy with.

And in such space as on the notch a dart

The course of Nature is not ordered so.

Which, like most rules, admits of some exception,

Of folys that stande so well in their owne

To run their course, and reach their goal,

into the vegetable system for some useful purpose.

From time to time the vigor of his name

That brightness will supply--

And so I remain, in a civil way, your servant to 'command,

Away with them! there is not in their crew

beholden to the court for his safety.

Are harsh to her voice when she laughs or sings.

The roses that had been his fall;

Which you plainly can see is the case with my Muse,

So when the verdure of his life was shed,

But she tries to force back her sorrow

With driblets from his own still.

Who found his way out of the mist

For quickly comes such knowledge--that his heart

_Fulvia._ Then with that!--and that!

Would scorn to wrong a woman; and if death

As if with what was his the vanquished fled,

Nor does being weary prove that he has where to rest.

of them be lost from the way in his search for the light.

Give me my woman's form, and place me where he is.

Pierced through with swift dismay;

For his sake and our own, that I may be unjust.

Uysytynge the seke whiche lyue in heuy case

To her whose case was not their own;

That we depart, for we have seen the whole."

Like a star fallen from the firmament!

He sought (if such there be), was shown his orb,

Then saw in death his eyelids close

Was rather that the clans of savage beasts

Even as thy form in mind of striving saint.

Top Gun

"Wings we assume, and from his force escape.

Lie with the gaping sea-shells in his maw,--

With a blight to the last of his sight?--let him rather

which, unless it be a very poor one, I have almost as small

in time to avoid its descent on his back.

Eyes where Cupid has made his lair;

I see him trudging off to school, his mother at his side,

With his fated foe Duryodhan, Bhima strove in deathful war,

That the fault was his, and his alone,

So with his wife and child he fled,

Such troops are princes' friends indeed,

The nipping air assures me that close at hand is day."

Till time hath run his course. One is that dame

But ah! not so when, thus, in realms on high

Because it flies!

In the struggle, or conduct them out of Pilsen.

E'en so that he might not on the field of the meeting

To bring him to her dream. His lack of tact

His way the chief pursued,

One that within a month will beat him from his hen.

To the end--effort--even beyond the end.

Just so mov'd he: like shot his active hand

The flying-chariot through the fields of air.

Opposed the force of Agamemnon's arm?

who though in death hath the office of his life.

To that when further worlds to conquer failed;

And told them of his matters: "Look to this,

Were saying, "Who is this that without death

From his own sure abiding-place can mark

Rosy and flawless: how I earned the prize!

And sigh'd that our union could last not for aye.

'E'll be layin' of you out the same as Jim.)

Which, without me, would stiffen in swift death;

Now return to gaze upon him,

But this to Fortune charge, that so decides,

At the harbour bar;

A Wrinkle in Time

Except an old weaver, who now kept a school,

Happy as others of her kind,

AS a little child whom his mother has chidden,

Then he, too, is heroic in his reading of this book.

Because eight of us were sitting at the table every meal.

So moaned Troy's daughters by their foes enslaved,

And so, in spite of all that Time is bringing,--

Bolingbroke during his exile, and that here it was that his

O, where are the friends that in youth we once knew,

It is far still to the town there,

Of one so wild who, merely to rebel,

To help her parents dear, if they in hardship be.

Dost thou rob Love of either sense,

On to their blissful bower: it was a place

Than is that fole whiche is out of his mynde

As one who dreams. Thus far be taught of me:

Is it a dream, that with their eyes of love,

In happy case then such her creatures are,

Then Love is not of evil nature still;

Who can light on as happy a shore

What shades of mighty names which once have been!

The glory of whom, though dead, is yet to-day,

Even to the dust, of which he is--in honour

Lal. Father, this zeal is anything but well!

And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.

That Earth's vast being wrought with perfect skill.

Who honoured even the daughters of his foes.

If aught be left of his in live men's eyes

it is to me, that this betrothal hath taken place."

Is fever'd with desire. But as the brain,

Is not a place where you could perpetrate,

Such books as by chance may fall in their way;

With his own folly? that be from thee far,

Which then seems as if the whole earth it bounded,

Where love is frozen in marble, spire on spire,

Whose beatings are too gentle for the world.

Mother of God, be with me still!

She that can forget her mother,

she fled to Crete, on which, Diana, who was aware of the

not reign with the dignity with which once {he did}."

That once was Britain--happy! had she seen

Accept our little gift, and give

Love grasps her scorpions--stifled they expire!

Yea, wise is our fear of women; but we fight

Nor does being weary prove that he has where to rest.

Where that there is the heuenly trone

Himself not lives, but is a thing that cries;

Where love is free from doubt and care,

To his haunches flung, then to the earth he leapt,

That lingers in the garden there.

When I think of other lives that learned, like mine,

Before her then she marshall'd all the seven,

The Wizard of Oz (1939 film)

tone which is so strikingly audible in our literature

There in her father's halls. As o'er her nest

When youngens like her hap ta dee,

There are too many lovers and not enough friends.

"Thou shalt not Ellen get from me,

Diomed wounds Mars, who returns to Olympus to get cured.

He who has miss'd his way let him turn back:

And victory--as ever--with the right.

Her safety to her chastity gave place;

And flying in the wind--her head thrown back,

Out there in the road that goes by the house,

drew up the poor man's boat, safe and whole, after it.

When in the ecstacy of bliss

Who of her being's ecstasy lies dead.

Yet woman was more near her half of earth

The death of her one little girl.

And I will put things into shape, when I get home to-day.

And make his heart a spirit; he who knows

The ancestral thirst of vengeance.

But when she glanced to the far-off town,

And faces turned one way, as if one fire

Did Fortune, wearied of their perils, grant.

Through life's wide stage, from sages down to kings,

And Windsor, alas, dothe chase me from her sight.

When sees the Count Rolland his sword can never break,

Then back to her ruined castle she went,

Guard the dead while the vulture seeks!--

back to the water's side, and then shot away like an arrow.

When a gallant knight came in her sight,

As when water wrestles with fire,

I'll say to them that he is dead in Spain.

At sacred heads, curle back upon their own;

But a fool is the man who has wants without end,

Sure, Nature's God that spot to man had given,

Then will his last cold pillow turn to roses,

Then some one said, "We will return no more";

When weary she doth take her resting-place;

In likeness of her father, kindling her

That she might be remembered where her scent