Author: Ann Radcliffe

Cites

• William Shakespeare (6)
  • IN: A Sicilian Romance (None) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I could a tale unfold
    FROM: Hamlet, (1603), Play, UK
  • IN: The Romance of the Forest (1791) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere to black Hecate's summons, The shard-born beetle, with his drowsy hums, Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
    FROM: Macbeth, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: Sicilian Romance (1792) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I could a Tale unfold
    FROM: Hamlet, (1603), Play, UK
  • IN: A Sicilian (1790) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I could a tale unfold.
    FROM: Hamlet, (1603), Play, UK
  • IN: The Veiled Picture (1802) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I think it is the weakness of mine eyes, That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me!
    FROM: Julius Caesar, (1623), Play, UK
• NULL (2)
  • IN: The Italian (1797) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: He, wrapt in clouds of myftery and filence, Broods o'er his paffions, bodies them in deeds, And fends them forth on wings of Fate to others: Like the invifible Will, that guides us, Unheard, unknown, unfearchable!
    FROM: NULL, (1797), Author, UK
  • IN: The Mysteries of Udolpho, A Romance (1794) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Fate fits on these dark battlements, and frowns, And, as the portals open to receive me, Her voice, in fullen echoes through the courts, Tells of a namless deed.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Cawth (1)
  • IN: The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne (1789) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: For justice bares the arm of God, And the grasp'd vengeance only waits his nod.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Cawt. (1)
  • IN: The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne. A Highland Story (1789) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: For justice bares the arm of God, And the grasp'd vengeance only waits his nod.
    FROM: Abelard to Eloisa, (1747), Poem, UK
• Ann Radcliffe (2)
  • IN: The Mysteries of Udolpho (1794) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Fate sits on these dark battlements, and frowns, And, as the portals open to receive me, Her voice, in sullen echoes through the courts, Tells of a nameless deed.
    FROM: NULL, (1794), Author, NULL
  • IN: The Italian, or the Confessional of the Black Penitents (1797) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: He, wrapt in clouds of mystery and silence, Broods o'er his passions, bodies them in deeds, And sends them forth on wings of Fate to others; Like the invisible Will, that guides us, Unheard, unknown, unsearchable!
    FROM: NULL, (1797), Author, NULL

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• Ann Radcliffe (2)
  • IN: The Mysteries of Udolpho (1794) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Fate sits on these dark battlements, and frowns, And, as the portals open to receive me, Her voice, in sullen echoes through the courts, Tells of a nameless deed.
    FROM: NULL, (1794), Author, NULL
  • IN: The Italian, or the Confessional of the Black Penitents (1797) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: He, wrapt in clouds of mystery and silence, Broods o'er his passions, bodies them in deeds, And sends them forth on wings of Fate to others; Like the invisible Will, that guides us, Unheard, unknown, unsearchable!
    FROM: NULL, (1797), Author, NULL