Author: Amelia Opie

Cites

• Mrs. Barbauld (1)
  • IN: Father and Daughter (1809) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Thy sweet reviving smiles might cheer despair, On the pale lips detain the parting breath, And bid hope blossom in the shades of death.”
    FROM: To Miss R–, (1773), Poem, UK
• William Shakespeare (3)
  • IN: Tales Of The Heart (1820) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: “My grief lies all within; And these external manners of lament Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortured soul: There lies the substance.”
    FROM: Richard II., (1597), Play, UK
  • IN: New Tales (1819) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Men pleas'd theirselves, think others will delight In such like circumstance, with such like sport. Their copious stories oftentimes begun End without audience, and are never done.
    FROM: Venus and Adonis, (1593), Play, UK
  • IN: A Wife's Duty (1847) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: There is no killing like that which kills the heart.
    FROM: Aphorisms from Shakespeare, (1812), Book, UK
• NULL (2)
  • IN: Temper: Or, Domestic Scenes (1812) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: " A horse not broken becometh headstrong, and a child left to himself will be wilful."
    FROM: Son of Sirach, (-175), Religious Text, NULL
  • IN: Madeline (1822) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: To be resign'd when ills betide, Patient when favours are denied, And pleased with favours given; This, this alone is wisdom's part, This is that incense of the heart Whose fragrance smells to Heaven.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• James Wright (1)
  • IN: The Father and Daughter: A Tale (1827) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: “Thy sweet reviving smiles might cheer despair, On the pale lips detain the parting breath, And bid hope blossom in the shades of death.”
    FROM: The School Orator, Or Exercises in Elocution, (1815), Book, UK
• Anna Laetitia Barbauld (1)
  • IN: The Father and Daughty (1801) Novel, British
    EPIGRAPH: Thy sweet reviving smiles might cheer despair, On the pale lips detain the parting breath, And bid hope blossom in the shades of death.
    FROM: To Miss R, (1773), Poem, UK