Author: Christina Rossetti

Cited by

• Jennifer Banash (1)
  • IN: Silent Alarm (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: For there is no friend like a sister / In calm or stormy weather; / To cheer one on the tedious way, / To fetch one if one goes astray.
    FROM: Goblin Market, (1862), Poem, UK
• Sarah Rees Brennan (3)
  • IN: Unmade (2014) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: There's blood between us, love, my love, / There's father's blood, there's brother's blood; / And blood's a bar I cannot pass.
    FROM: The Convent Threshold, (1862), Poem, UK
  • IN: Untold (2013) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: For all night long I dreamed of you: / I woke and prayed against my will, / Then slept to dream of you again.
    FROM: The Convent Threshold, (1862), Poem, UK
  • IN: Unspoken (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Somewhere or other there must surely be The face not seen, the voice not heard
    FROM: Somewhere or Other, (1866), Poem, UK
• Zoraida Córdova (2)
  • IN: The Savage Blue (2013) Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Shut out from the heaven it makes its moan, / It frets against the boundary shore; / All earth's full rivers cannot fill / The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
    FROM: By The Sea, (1858), Poem, UK
• Miriam Halahmy (1)
  • IN: Hidden (2011) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Remeber me when I am gone away Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand...
    FROM: Remember, (1862), Poem, UK
• Amy Plum (1)
  • IN: If I Should Die (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Sweet my Love whom I loved to try for, Sweet my Love whom I love and sign for, Will you once love me and sigh for me, You my Love whom I Love and die for?
    FROM: Mariana, (1881), Poem, UK
• Sophia Bennett (1)
  • IN: Following Ophelia (2017) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: One face looks out from all his canvasses, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; We found her hidden just behind those screens, That mirror gave back all her loveliness. A queenin opal or in ruby dress, A nameless girl in freshest summer greens, A saint, an angel; -- every canvass means The same one meaning, neither more nor less. He feeds upon her face by day and night, And she with true kind eyes looks back on him Fair as the moon and joyfull as the light; Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dream
    FROM: In an Artist's Studio, (1896), Poem, UK
• Willa Sibert Cather (1)
  • IN: Youth and the Bright Medusa (1920) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: We must not look at Goblin men, We must not buy their fruits; Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry, thirsty roots?
    FROM: Goblin Market, (1862), NULL, UK
• Valerie Martin (1)
  • IN: The Ghost of the Mary Celeste (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan. It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirstieth still.
    FROM: By The Sea, (1858), Poem, UK
• Harriet Lane (1)
  • IN: Alys, Always (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A violet bed is budding near, Wherein a lark has made her nest: And good they are, but not the best; And dear they are, but not so dear.
    FROM: "Shut Out", (1862), Poem, UK
• Graham Joyce (1)
  • IN: The Silent Land (2010) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann’d: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.
    FROM: Remember, (1862), Poem, UK
• Anne Rice (1)
  • IN: The Wolves of Midwinter (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb, If I were a wise man I would do my part, Yet what I can I give Him, Give my heart.
    FROM: In the Bleak Mid-Winter, (1872), Poem, UK
• Julia Spencer-Fleming (1)
  • IN: In the Bleak Midwinter (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign; In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God incarnate, Jesus Christ. Angels and archangels may have gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air; But his mother, in her maiden bliss, Worshiped the beloved with a kiss. What can I give him, poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; If I were a wise man, I would do my part; Yet what I can give him: give him my heart.
    FROM: IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER, (1872), Poem, UK
• Nora Roberts (1)
  • IN: Bay of Sighs (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.
    FROM: A Birthday, (1861), Poem, UK