List of Songs That Retell A Work of Literature

List Of Songs That Retell A Work Of Literature

This is a list of songs which retell, in whole or in part, a work of literature. Albums listed here consist entirely of songs retelling a work of literature.

This is an incomplete list of songs, which may never be able to satisfy certain standards for completeness. Revisions and sourced additions are welcome.
Contents: Top 0–9 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

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    Shea—they call him Scholar Jack—
    Went down the list of the dead.
    Officers, seamen, gunners, marines,
    The crews of the gig and yawl,
    The bearded man and the lad in his teens,
    Carpenters, coal-passers—all.
    Joseph I. C. Clarke (1846–1925)

    Do your children view themselves as successes or failures? Are they being encouraged to be inquisitive or passive? Are they afraid to challenge authority and to question assumptions? Do they feel comfortable adapting to change? Are they easily discouraged if they cannot arrive at a solution to a problem? The answers to those questions will give you a better appraisal of their education than any list of courses, grades, or test scores.
    Lawrence Kutner (20th century)

    How learned he bitter songs of lost Iambe,
    Or that a cup-shaped breast is nothing vile?
    Allen Tate (1899–1979)

    He will not idly dance at his work who has wood to cut and cord before nightfall in the short days of winter; but every stroke will be husbanded, and ring soberly through the wood; and so will the strokes of that scholar’s pen, which at evening record the story of the day, ring soberly, yet cheerily, on the ear of the reader, long after the echoes of his axe have died away.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    Great literature cannot grow from a neglected or impoverished soil. Only if we actually tend or care will it transpire that every hundred years or so we might get a Middlemarch.
    —P.D. (Phyllis Dorothy)