Onomatopoeia

How is 'hush' onomatopoeic?

sizzle...

Great collection, you guys. I knew I could count on you.

Leave it to the bunny to get me looking something up in the dictionary. Borborygmus. A great one, bunny. Thanks.

I should have expected that comic book sound/words would make an appearance. Can't say I was impressed with Bamf. The F kinda softens the impact.

Contrex, hush has soft sounds--like a hush.

BTW, the adjective form of onomatopoeia is onomatopoetic. Another reason I love this word.

I noticed we had a burp. How about the Yiddish version of burp: grepse.

Isn't a hush, by definition, silent?

Yes, a hush suggests silence. But to hush suggests going from noise to quiet (not necessarily silence), and the sound of the word hush suggests softness and quiet.

One person's take on it.

In Gerrman the sound of bells is bim-bam. I got this from Mahler's 3rd symphony, 5th movement, the children's choral section of "What the Morning Bells Tell Me."

THE BELLS.
BY EDGAR A. POE.


I.

HEAR the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.


II.

Hear the mellow wedding-bells
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! - how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!


III.

Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now - now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet, the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells - Of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamour and the clangour of the bells!


IV.

Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy meaning of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people -
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
They are neither man nor woman -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls: -
And their king it is who tolls: -
And he rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A pæan from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the pæan of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the pæan of the bells -
Of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the sobbing of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells: -
To the tolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

Ssshh!

(or 'shush')

piss

thump

growl

growl. good one.

pluck, plunk, plop, flip, flop, fop, ticker, tickle, tinkle, twinkle, chipper, chirp, chomp, chop....................

plop
whoosh
drum
buh-du-bum
ribbit
rustle


Drums reminded me of a favorite poem that uses onomatopoeia cleverly and effectively:

Beat! Beat! Drums!
By Walt Whitman

Beat! Beat! Drums!
By Walt Whitman
Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
Into the school where the scholar is studying,
Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride,
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,
So fierce you whirr and pound you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.

Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets;
Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds,
No bargainers’ bargains by day—no brokers or speculators—would they continue?
Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?
Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow.

Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!
Make no parley—stop for no expostulation,
Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer,
Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,
Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties,
Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,
So strong you thump O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.

Huuussssh, you silly boy.

There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight
All over the world you can hear the sounds of lovers in love

That's quite the example! Well done, Roberta. Of course, I just had to read the poem out loud. Too bad my renderings fell upon deaf ears. Such a waste.

There is a subtle distinction between overt onomatopoeia and the use of alliteration and other phonetic choices to create a "sound pictures". For example, in "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge uses the phase "the furrow follows free" in order to convey the sound of the ship through the water. Similarly, the rhythm of the diction can be used as in "The Charge of the Light Brigade", where Tennyson uses it to convey the sound of galloping cavalry.

Thats where the word GALOSH came from. It was thge sound one makes as they slosh through slush.SLush and Slosh are another two.

I could never find Carol's word "Galumphing" in the dictionary

Coleridge was one of my featured artists "WHO WENT BAT **** IN THEIR LIVES" (I started thread about them a year or so ago)

That reminds me of Rigsby, when he asked for advice on wooing Miss Jones, he was told to use some poetry, and his response was, 'Like the Charge Of The Light Brigade?'

There were many neologisms in "Jabberwocky". "Galumphing" is generally taken to mean "galloping triumphantly" but slightly misses the onomatopoeia theme. "Snicker snack" would be appropriate.

We always used "galumphing" to describe what our goofy, large Golden Retriever would do when he was moving fast. Something like gamboling, but with more forward impetus.

(Not saying that's the correct meaning, just how we used it.)