Author: Byron

Cited by

• Edward Abbey (1)
  • IN: The Monkey Wrench Gang (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Down with all kings but King Ludd.
    FROM: Song for the Luddites, (1816), Poem, UK
• John Lutz (1)
  • IN: Time Exposure (1989) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Time, the avenger! unto thee I lift My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of Thee a gift.
    FROM: Childe Harold, (1812), Poem, UK
• Jonathan Trigell (1)
  • IN: Cham (2007) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The great object of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even though in pain; it is this craving void which drives us.
    FROM: Letter to Annabella Milbanke, (1813), Letter, UK
• Peter Nathaniel Malae (1)
  • IN: What We Are (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Alas it is delusion all. The future robs us from afar, nor can we be what we recall, nor dare we lok on what we are.
    FROM: "They Say That Hope is Happiness", (1815), Poem, UK
• Matthew Gregory Lewis (2)
  • IN: The Life and Correspondence of M. G. Lewis (1839) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Hail, wonder-working Lewis
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: Journal of a West-India Proprietor: Kept During a Residence in the Island of Jamaica (1834) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I would give many a sugar cane, Mat. Lewis were alive again !
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Graham Greene (1)
  • IN: The Quiet American (2004) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: This is the patent age of new inventions For killing bodies, and for saving souls, All propagated with the best intentions.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK
• Abbe Prevost (1)
  • IN: Manon Lescaut (1731) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: Why did he love her? Curious fool, be still! Is human love the fruit of human will?
    FROM: Lara, A Tale, (1814), Poem, UK
• Kay Jamison (1)
  • IN: An Unquiet Mind (1995) Memoir, American
    EPIGRAPH: I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me -- yet I sometimes long for it.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Rolf Boldrewood (1)
  • IN: The Squatter's Dream (1890) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Here in the sultriest season let him rest. Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees; Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast, From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze.
    FROM: Child Harold's pilgrimage, (1869), NULL, UK
• Rosa Nouchette Carey (1)
  • IN: Nellie's Memories (1868) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: She was a soft landscape of mild earth, Where all was harmony and calm and quiet, Luxuriant building, cheerful without mirth; Which, if not happiness, is much more nigh it Than your mighty passions.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Esteban Echeverría (1)
  • IN: La Cautiva (1837) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Female hearts are such a genial soil For Kinderfeelings, whatsoe'er their nation, They naturally pour the "wine and oil" Samaritans in every situation
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, NULL
• L. M. Montgomery (1)
  • IN: The Story Girl (1911) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: She was a form of life and light That seen, became a part of sight, And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of Memory!
    FROM: The Giaour, (1813), Poem, UK