Author: Coleridge

Cited by

• John Lutz (1)
  • IN: In for the Kill (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.
    FROM: The Three Graves, (1809), Poem, UK
• Henry Summersett (1)
  • IN: Madmen of the Mountain (1799) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Wither are fled the charms of vernal grace, and joy's wild gleams that lighten'd o'er thy face? Youth of tumultuous foul, and haggard eye! Thy wafted form, thy hurried steps I view: On thy cold forehead starts the anguishe'd dew; And dreadful was that bosom-rending fight.
    FROM: Monody on the Death of Chatterton, (1794), Poem, UK
• Mary Shelley (1)
  • IN: Transformation (1831) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woeful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale, And then it set me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told This heart within me burns.
    FROM: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, (1798), Poem, UK
• Hall Caine (1)
  • IN: The Woman of Knockaloe (1923) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees, But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eye-lids close, With reverential resignation. No wish conceived, no thought exprest, Only a sense of supplication, A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not unblest, Since in me, round me, everywhere Eternal strength and Wisdom are. But yester-night I prayed aloud, In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me: A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong: Thirst of revenge, the powerles will Still baffled, and yet burning still! Desire with loathing strangely mixed On wild or hateful objects fixed. Fantastic passions! maddening brawl! And shame and terror over all!
    FROM: The Pains of Sleep, (1816), Poem, UK