Author: Alfred Tennyson

Cited by

• Jim Holt (1)
  • IN: Why Does the World Exist? (2012) Non-Fiction, Cosmology, American
    EPIGRAPH: And this grey spirit, yearning in desire / To follow knowledge like a sinking star / Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
    FROM: "Ulysses", (1922), Poem, UK
• V. S. Naipaul (1)
  • IN: A Way in the World (1994) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Till from the garden and the wild A fresh association blow, And year by year the landscape grow Familiar to the stranger's child.
    FROM: In Memoriam, (1850), Poem, UK
• Anne Greenwood Brown (3)
  • IN: Promise Bound (2014) Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Thy voice is on the rolling air; / I hear thee where the waters run; / Thou standest in the rising sun, / And in the setting thou art fair.
    FROM: In Memoriam, (1850), Poem, UK
  • IN: Deep Betrayal (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
    FROM: In Memoriam A. H. H., (1850), Poem, UK
• Megan Chance (4)
  • IN: The Web (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: She left the web, she left the loom; She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily [16] bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
    FROM: The Lady of Shalott, (1833), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Shadows (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay [5] To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the 'curse' may be, And so [6] she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear... ... "I am half-sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott
    FROM: The Lady of Shalott, (1833), Poem, UK
• Cassandra Clare (2)
  • IN: Clockwork Princess (2015) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I held it truth, with him who sings / To one clear harp in divers tones, / That men may rise on stepping-stones / Of their dead selves to higher things.
    FROM: In Memoriam A.H.H., (1850), Poem, UK
  • IN: Clockwork Prince (2011) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Above, the fair hall-ceiling stately set / Many an arch high up did lift, / And angels rising and descending met / With interchange of gift.
    FROM: The Palace of Art, (1832), Poem, UK
• Patricia Elliot (1)
  • IN: The Devil in the Corner (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown; Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone. I am here at the gate alone.
    FROM: Maud, (1855), Song, UK
• Ryan Graudin (1)
  • IN: All That Burns (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Poem, UK
• Sarah Jude (1)
  • IN: The May Queen Murders (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear, To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year: To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen 'o the May.
    FROM: The May Queen, (1870), Poem, UK
• Ally Condie (1)
  • IN: Crossed (2011) Science Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Sunset and evening star, / And one clear call for me! / And may there be no moaning of the bar, / When I put out to sea. / But such a tide as moving seems asleep, / Too full for sound and foam, / When that which drew from out the boundless deep / Turns again home. / Twilight and evening bell, / And after that the dark! / And may there be no sadness of farewell, / When I embark; / For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place / The flood may bear me far, / I hope to see my Pilot face to face / When I have crossed the bar.
    FROM: Crossing the Bar, (1889), Poem, UK
• David Whitley (1)
  • IN: The Canticle of Whispers (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Yet pull not down my palace towers, that are So lightly, beautifully built: Perchance I may return with others there When I have purged my guilt
    FROM: "The Palace of Art", (1832), Poem, UK
• Elizabeth Gaskell (2)
  • IN: Sylvia's Lovers (1863) Novel, British
    EPIGRAPH: Oh for thy voice to soothe and bless! What hope of answer, or redress? Behind the veil! Behind the veil!
    FROM: In Memoriam A.H.H., (1850), Poem, UK
• Larry and Benford, Gregory Niven (1)
  • IN: Bowl of Heaven (2012) Fiction, Science Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time
    FROM: Locksley Hall, (1842), Poem, UK
• William Bernhardt (1)
  • IN: Murder One (2001) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grows for ever and for ever.
    FROM: The Princess, (1847), Poem, UK
• Barbara Taylor Bradford (1)
  • IN: Cavendon Hall (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Man is the hunter, woman is his game.
    FROM: The Princess, (1847), Poem, UK
• Alan Bradley (2)
  • IN: I am Half-Sick of Shadows (2011) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, came from Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
    FROM: The Lady of Shalott, (1842), Poem, UK
• Amanda Brooke (1)
  • IN: The Missing Husband (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun from the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart
    FROM: Gone!/ Gone till the end of the year!, (1867), Poem, UK
• Nelson DeMille (2)
  • IN: The Quest (1975) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: “What is it? The phantom of a Cup which comes and goes?” “Nay, monk! What phantom?” answered Perceval. “The Cup, the Cup itself, from which our Lord Drank at the last sad supper with his own. This, from the blessed land of Aromat… Arimathaean Joseph, journeying brought To Glastonbury… And there awhile it bode; and if a man Could touch or see it, he was heal’d at once, By faith, of all his ills. But then the times Grew to such evil that the Holy Cup Was caught away to Heaven and disappear’d.”
    FROM: The Holy Grail, (1869), Poem, UK
• Jennifer Delamere (1)
  • IN: An Heiress at Heart (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Ever the wonder waxeth more and more, So that we say, * All this hath been before All this hath been, I know not when or where' So,friend, when first I look'd upon your face, Our thought gave answer each to each, so true Opposed mirrors each reflecting each — That tho' I knew not in what time or place, Methought that I had often met with you, And either lived in cither's heart and speech.
    FROM: To... As when with downcast eyes, (1872), Poem, UK
• P.J Parrish (1)
  • IN: The Little Death (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence-ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
    FROM: The Lotus Eaters, (1832), Poem, UK
• John Connolly (1)
  • IN: A Time of Torment (2016) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.
    FROM: Locksley Hall, (1842), Poem, UK
• Jeff Crook (1)
  • IN: The Rose and the Skull (1999) Fiction, Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: The old order changeth, yielding place to the new
    FROM: Idylls of the King, (1859), Poem, UK
• Joe R. Lansdale (1)
  • IN: Lost Echoes (2006) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
    FROM: The Princess, (1847), Poem, UK
• Thomas Piccirilli (1)
  • IN: Sorrow's crown (1998) Speculative Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: That sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
    FROM: Locksley Hall, (1842), Poem, UK
• Jo Walton (1)
  • IN: Tooth and Claw (2003) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, r Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, AJ^ Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravin, shriek'd against his creed Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills ? No more ? A monster then, a dream, o A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. v
    FROM: In Memorian A.H.H., (1859), Poem, UK
• Sebastian Faulks (1)
  • IN: Where My Heart Used to Beat (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand....
    FROM: In Memoriam, (1850), Poem, UK
• Gordon Ferris (1)
  • IN: The Unquiet Heart (2008) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies;
    FROM: In Memoriam, (1850), Poem, UK
• Nuala Ellwood (1)
  • IN: My Sister's Bones (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: When the dumb Hour, clothed in black, Brings the Dreams about my bed, Call me not so often back, Silent Voices of the dead.
    FROM: The Silent Voices, (1892), Poem, UK
• Sharyn McCrumb (1)
  • IN: Sick Of Shadows (1984) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I am half sick of shadows,’ said The Lady of Shalott.
    FROM: The Lady of Shalott, (1833), Poem, UK
• Karen Maitland (2)
  • IN: The Vanishing Witch (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The children born of thee are sword and fire, Red ruin, and the breaking up of laws.
    FROM: The Idylls of the King, (1850), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Vanishing With (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The children born of thee are sword and fire, Red ruin, and the breaking up of laws.
    FROM: Idylls of the King, (1859), Poem, UK
• Ben Bova (1)
  • IN: The Aftermath (2007) Fiction, Science Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth’s embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith.
    FROM: In Memoriam A. H. H., (1850), Poem, UK
• Stephen Gallagher (1)
  • IN: The Kingdom of Bones (2007) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed, My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead, Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
    FROM: Maud. Part I, Section XXII, (1855), Poem, UK
• John C. Wright (2)
  • IN: Count to a Trillion (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time.
    FROM: Locksley Hall, (1842), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Judge of Ages (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Far along the worldwide whisper of the southwind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapped in universal law.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Scott Mariani (1)
  • IN: The Forgotten Holocaust (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Could not anyone blow up that horrible island with dynamite and carry it off in pieces — a long way off?
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Karen White (1)
  • IN: The Color of Light (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: But such a tide as moving seems asleep Too full for sound and foam When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.
    FROM: Crossing the Bar, (1889), Poem, UK
• Matthew Reilly (1)
  • IN: Scarecrow (2003) Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies; That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright; But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
    FROM: The Grandmother, (1859), Poem, UK
• John Brunner (1)
  • IN: The Long Result (1965) Science Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime, With the fairy-tales of sceine, and the long result of Time.
    FROM: Locksley Hall, (1835), Poem, UK
• C. S. Calverley (1)
  • IN: Complete Works (1901) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: The tender Grace of a day that is dead.
    FROM: Break, Break, Break, (1842), Poem, UK
• Miles Morland (1)
  • IN: Cobra in the Bath (2015) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
    FROM: "Ulysses", (1842), Poem, UK
• Michel Faber (1)
  • IN: The Hundred and Ninty-Nine Steps (2001) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: So word by word, and line by line, The dead man touch’d me from the past…
    FROM: In Memoriam, (1850), Poem, UK
• Gaelen Foley (1)
  • IN: Paladin's Prize (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusters sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
    FROM: Sir Galahad, (1842), Poem, UK
• Tami Hoag (1)
  • IN: Cry Wolf (1993) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past
    FROM: The Lotus-Eaters, (1832), Poem, UK
• Lisa Sandell (1)
  • IN: Song of the Sparrow (2007) Fiction, Young Adult, American
    EPIGRAPH: Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right– The leaves upon her falling light– Thro’ the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot; And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott.
    FROM: "The Lady of Shalott", (1833), Poem, UK
• Peter Robinson (1)
  • IN: No Cure for Love (1995) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: And most of all would I flee from the cruel madness of love, The honey of poison-flowers and all the measureless ill.
    FROM: Maud, IV, x., (1855), Poem, UK
• James Treadwell (1)
  • IN: Anarchy (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: As in strange lands a traveller walking slow, In doubt and great perplexity, A little before moon-rise hears the low Moan of an unknown sea; And knows not if it be thunder, or a sound Of rocks thrown down, or one deep cry Of great wild beasts; then thinketh, "I have found A new land, but I die."
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Jonathan Kellerman (1)
  • IN: Devil's Waltz (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold.
    FROM: In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells], (1850), Poem, UK
• Madelyn Alt (1)
  • IN: Home for a Spell (2011) Mystery, German
    EPIGRAPH: Out flew the web and floated wide; the mirror crack’d from side to side; “The curse is come upon me,” Cried the Lady of Shalott.
    FROM: The Lady of Shalott, (1833), Poem, UK
• Maureen Johnson (1)
  • IN: The Madness Underneath (2012) Paranormal Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
    FROM: The Lady of Shalott, (1833), Poem, UK
• Sandra Block (1)
  • IN: Little Black Lies (2015) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Nora Roberts (1)
  • IN: Apprentice in Death (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams?
    FROM: LV, (None), Poem, NULL
• Anne Thackeray Ritchie (1)
  • IN: Old Kensington (1873) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: T'is life whereof our nerves are scant, Oh! life, not death, for which we pant, More life and fuller that I want.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Mary Higgins Clark (1)
  • IN: I'll Be Seeing You (1993) Novel, American
    EPIGRAPH: His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
    FROM: Lancelot and Elaine (From Idylls of the King), (1885), Poem, UK
• Jack London (1)
  • IN: The Iron Heel (1908) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: At first, this Earth, a stage so gloomed with woe You almost sicken at the shifting of the scenes. And yet be patient. Our Playwright may show In some fifth act what this Wild Drama means.
    FROM: Demeter, and other Poems, "The Play", (1889), Poem, UK
• Eliot Warburton (1)
  • IN: The Crescent and the Cross: Or, Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel, Volume I. (1846) Non-Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Thence through a garden I was drawn, A realm of pleasure-many a mound, And many a shadow-chequered lawn Full of the city's stilly sound; And deep myrrh thickets blowing round The stately cedars, tamarisks, Tall orient shrubs, and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL