Author: Alexander Pope

Cited by

• Jim Holt (1)
  • IN: Why Does the World Exist? (2012) Non-Fiction, Cosmology, American
    EPIGRAPH: See Mystery to Mathematics fly! / In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die.
    FROM: The Dunciad, (1743), Poem, UK
• Jim Crace (2)
  • IN: Harvest (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground.
    FROM: Ode on Solitude, (1735), Poem, UK
• Cassandra Clare (1)
  • IN: Clockwork Prince (2011) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Then share they pain, allow that sad relief; / Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.
    FROM: Eloisa to Abelard, (1717), Verse, Spain
• Mandy Hager (1)
  • IN: Resurrection (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: For modes of faith, let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
    FROM: Essay on Man, Epistle III, (1733), Book, Spain
• M.C Beaton (1)
  • IN: Death of a Kingfisher (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade; Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade; Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise, And all things flourish where'er you turn your eyes.
    FROM: Summer, (1709), Poem, UK
• Georgiana Cavendish (1)
  • IN: The Sylph (1778) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Ye Sylphs and Sylphids, to your chief give ear, Fays, Fairies, Genni, Elves, and Demons, hear! Ye know the spheres, and various talks assign'd By laws eternal to th' aerial kind: Some in the fields of purest ather play, And bask, and whiten, in the blaze of day; Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high, Or roll the planets thro' the boundless sky: Our humbler province is to tend the Fair, Not a less pleasing, nor less glorious care.
    FROM: Rape of the Lock, (1712), Poem, UK
• Christopher Fowler (1)
  • IN: Ten Second Staircase (2006) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The wit of cheats, the courage of a whore, Are what ten thousand envy and adore: All, all look up, with reverential awe, At crimes that ‘scape, or triumph o’er the law: While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry – “Nothing is sacred now but villainy.”
    FROM: Satires, Dialogue I, (1738), Poem, UK
• John Lutz (3)
  • IN: Night Victims (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The spider’s touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
    FROM: Essay on Man, (1734), Essay, UK
  • IN: Darker than Night (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.
    FROM: Eloisa to Abelard, (1717), NULL, UK
  • IN: Dancer's Debt (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: You purchase pain with all that joy can give.
    FROM: Moral Essays, (1497), Poem, UK
• Sherry Jones (1)
  • IN: The Sharp Hook of Love (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: For nothing is under less control than the heart -- having no power to command it, we are forced to obey.
    FROM: Heloise to Abelard, (None), Poem, NULL
• Reginald Hill (2)
  • IN: Ruling Passion (1978) Fiction, Crime, American
    EPIGRAPH: Search then the ruling passion: there, alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here. This clue once found unravels all the rest…
    FROM: The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 2, (1893), Book, Spain/Italy
  • IN: Deadheads (1983) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Or, quick effluvia darting through the brain, Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
    FROM: Essay on Man, (1734), Poem, Spain/Italy
• Gregory Benford (1)
  • IN: Jupiter Project (1975) Novel, Science Fiction, Speculative fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Father of all! in every age In every clime ador’d, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
    FROM: The Universal Prayer, (1738), Poem, UK
• Jack McDevitt (1)
  • IN: Ancient Shores (1996) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Pretty, in amber, to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms; The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
    FROM: An Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, (1735), Poem, UK
• Barry Unsworth (1)
  • IN: Sacred Hunger (1991) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Some safer world in depths of woods embrac'd, Some happier island in the watry waste...
    FROM: NULL, (None), [NA], UK
• Elizabeth George (1)
  • IN: A Suitable Vengeance (1991) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget! How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, And love the offender, yet detest th' offence? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love?
    FROM: Eloisa to Abelard, (1717), Poem, UK
• Maria Edgeworth (3)
  • IN: Modern Griselda (1805) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: “And since in man right reason bears the sway, Let that frail thing, weak woman, have her way.”
    FROM: The Wife of Bath Her Prologue, (1713), Poem, UK
  • IN: Patronage (1814) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: « Above a Patron, — though I condescend " Sometimes to call a Minister my friend.'"
    FROM: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, (1735), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Modern Griselda (1813) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: "And since in man right reason bears the sway, Let that frail thing, weak woman, have her way."
    FROM: The Wife of Bath, (1713), NULL, UK
• Charles Maturin (1)
  • IN: The Milesian Chief (1812) Ficton, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Wise wretch, with too much learning to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought, You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing, but a rage to live.
    FROM: Moral Essays, (1735), Essay, UK
• Emily Schultz (1)
  • IN: The Blondes (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And Beauty draws us with a single hair.
    FROM: The Rape of the Lock, (1712), Poem, UK
• Sathnam Sanghera (1)
  • IN: Marriage Material (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
    FROM: The Wife of Bath her Prologue, from Chaucer, (1713), Poem, UK
• Elizabeth Kelly (1)
  • IN: The Miracle on Monhegan Island (2016) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
    FROM: Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog, (1738), Poem, UK
• Catharine Maria Sedwick (1)
  • IN: Tales of Glauber-Spa (1844) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: To seize the papers, Curl, was next thy care, The papers light fly diverse, toss'd in air; Songs, sonnets, epigrams the winds uplift, -, And whisk them back to Evans, Young, and Swift.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Thomas H. Cook (2)
  • IN: The Fate of Katherine Carr (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood All partial Evil, universal Good.
    FROM: An Essay on Man, (1734), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Quest for Anna Klein (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And hence one master passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
    FROM: An Essay on Man, (1734), Poem, UK
• Will Self (1)
  • IN: Liver: A Fictional Organ with a Surface Anatomy of Four Lobes (2008) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
    FROM: Essay on Man, I, 87-90, (1734), Essay, UK
• Mackenzi Lee (1)
  • IN: The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: He saunter'd Europe round, And gather'd ev'ry vice on Christian ground; ... The Stews and Palace equally explored, Intrigued with glory, and with spirit whored; ................................................................... ................................................................... Tried all hors d'oevrues, all liqueurs defined, Judicious drank, and greatly daring dined.
    FROM: The Dunciad, (1727), Poem, UK
• Herman Melville (1)
  • IN: Moby-Dick (1851) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: To fifty chosen sylphs of special note, We trust the important charge, the petticoat. Oft have we known that seven-fold fence to fail, Tho' stuffed with hoops and armed with ribs of whale.
    FROM: Rape of the Lock, (1712), Poem, UK
• Robert Bloomfield (1)
  • IN: The Farmer's Boy (1800) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: A SHEPHERD'S BOY … HE SEEKS NO BETTER NAME.
    FROM: Summer—The Second Pastoral; or Alexis, (1709), Poem, UK
• Anne Ford (1)
  • IN: The School for Fashion (1800) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Vice is a Monster of so frightful Mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
    FROM: Essay on Man, Epistle II, (1734), Poem, UK
• Mary Shelley (1)
  • IN: Lodore (1835) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear. A sigh the absent claims, the dead a tear.
    FROM: Epistles. To Robert Earl of Oxford and Mortimer, (1721), Poem, UK
• Alexandra Hawkins (1)
  • IN: Waiting for an Earl Like You (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake
    FROM: To a Lady on the Characters of Women, (1735), Poem, UK
• Barbara Pym (1)
  • IN: Less than Angels (1955) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: What would this Man? Now, upward will he soar, And little less than angel, would be more; Now looking downwards, just as grieved appears To want the strength of bulls, the fur of bears.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Laura Moriarty (1)
  • IN: The Husband's Secret (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: To err is human; to forgive divine.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• George Gordon (1)
  • IN: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers: A Satire (1809) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Such shameless bards we have; and yet 'tis true, There are as mad, abandon'd critics too,
    FROM: Essay on Criticism, (1711), Essay, UK
• James Smith (1)
  • IN: Rejected Addresses (1812) Parody, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: "Fired that the house reject him - 'Sdeath! I'll print it And shame the Fools!"
    FROM: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot [Shut, shut the door], (None), Poem, UK
• Francis Manning (1)
  • IN: Of business and retirement. A poem. Address'd to the British Atticus (1735) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: me sylva, cavusque tutus ab infidiis tenui solabitur arvo
    FROM: Imitations of Horace, (1737), Poem, UK
• Frances Elizabeth Barrow (1)
  • IN: Funny Pop-Guns: Being the Fourth Book of the Series: by Aunt Fanny (1864) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Shoot folly as it flies.
    FROM: An Essay on Man, (1734), Poem, UK