Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Cited by

• Sarah Rees Brennan (1)
  • IN: Unmade (2014) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: The face of all the world is changed, I think, / Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul. . . .
    FROM: The Face of All the World (Sonnet 7), (1850), Poem, UK
• Elizabeth Berg (1)
  • IN: The Dream Lover (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The finest female genius of any country or age
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Tasha Alexander (1)
  • IN: Behind the Shattered Glass (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: i dared to rest, or wander, - like a rest Made sweeter for the step upon the grass, - And view the ground's most gentle dimplement, (As if God's finger touched but did not press In making England!) such an up and down Of verdure, - nothing too much up or down, A ripple of land; such little hills, the sky Can stoop to tenderly and the wheatfields climb; Such nooks of valleys, lined with orchises, Fed full of noises by invisible streams; And open pastures, where you scarely tell White daisies from white dew, - at intervals The mythic oaks and elm-trees standing out Self-poised upon their prodigy of shade, - I thought my father's land was worthy too Of being my Shakespeare's.
    FROM: Aurora Leigh, (1856), Poem, UK
• Leslie Glass (1)
  • IN: A Killing Gift (2003) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in't.
    FROM: Aurora Leigh, (1856), Poem, UK
• Nora Roberts (1)
  • IN: Vision in White (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It is not merely the likeness which is precious . . . but the association and sense of nearness involved in the thing . . . the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever!
    FROM: letter to Mary Russell Mitford, (1843), Letter, UK
• George Bishop (1)
  • IN: Letter to my Daughter (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I shall but love thee better after death.
    FROM: Sonnets from the Portugese, (1850), Poem, UK
• Shaun Hutson (1)
  • IN: Stolen Angels (1996) Suspense, Horror fiction, Speculative fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Do you hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years?
    FROM: The Cry of the Children, (1843), Poem, UK