Author: A. E. Housman

Cited by

• Makiia Lucier (1)
  • IN: A Death-Struck Year (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And bound for the same bourn as I, On every road I wandered by, Trod beside me, close and dear, The beautiful and death-struck year.
    FROM: A Shropshire Lad, (1896), Poem, UK
• Kathryn Ormsbee (1)
  • IN: Lucky Few (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Mithridates, he died old.
    FROM: A Shropshire Lad, (1896), NULL, NULL
• Justin Cronin (1)
  • IN: The City of Mirrors (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
    FROM: Last Poems, (1922), Poem, UK
• Catherine Chanter (1)
  • IN: The Well (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Oh fair enough are sky and plain, But I know fairer far: Those are as beautiful again That in the water are; The pods and rivers wash so clean The trees and clouds and air, The like on earth was never seen, And oh that I were there.
    FROM: A Shropshire Lad, (1896), Book, UK
• Laura Lippman (1)
  • IN: Baltimore Blues (1997) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And down in lovely muck I've lain, Happy till I woke again. Then I saw the morning sky: Heighho, the tale was all a lie; The world, it was the old world yet, I was I, my things were wet, And nothing now remained to do But begin the game anew. – A. E. Housman
    FROM: Terence, This is Stupid Stuff, (1896), Poem, UK
• Elizabeth Bear (1)
  • IN: Scardown (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Soldier, I wish you well.
    FROM: Soldier, I Wish You Well, (1896), Poem, UK
• Holly Black (1)
  • IN: Tithe (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man.
    FROM: Terence, This Is Stupid Stuff, (1896), Poem, UK
• James Ellroy (1)
  • IN: Blood's a Rover (2009) Political Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover; Breath’s a ware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey’s over There’ll be time enough to sleep.
    FROM: A Shropsire Lad, IV, (1896), Poem, UK
• Colin Dexter (1)
  • IN: The Remorseful Day (1999) Fiction, Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound Not further to be found How hopeless under ground Falls the remorseful day
    FROM: More Poems, XVI, (1936), Poem, UK
• Tim Pears (1)
  • IN: Disputed Land (2011) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves. The gale, it plies the saplings double, It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone: Today the Roman and his trouble Are ashes under Uricon.
    FROM: A Shropshire Lad, (1896), Book, UK
• Jaishree Misra (1)
  • IN: Secrets & Lies (2009) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot lads are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.
    FROM: "With Rue My Heart is Laden, (1896), Poem, UK
• John Williams (1)
  • IN: Nothing but the Night (1948) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread, Look not left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There's nothing but the night.
    FROM: Now hollow fires burn out to black, (1896), Poem, UK
• Martha Grimes (1)
  • IN: Dakota (None) Fiction, Mystery Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady, So I was ready When trouble came.
    FROM: I to my Perils, (1896), Poem, UK