Author: Isaac Watts

Cites

• Horace (1)
  • IN: Horæ lyricæ. Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. (1706) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: Si non Uranie lyram Caelestem cohinet, nec Polyhymnia Humanum refugit tendere barbiton.
    FROM: Odes, (-13), Poem, Italy

Cited by

• Timothy Mo (2)
  • IN: Pure (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Time like an ever-rolling stream Bears all its sons away They fly forgotten as a dream Dies at the opening day.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Robert Crais (1)
  • IN: The Watchman (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber. Holy angels guard thy bed!
    FROM: Cradle Song, (1706), Song, UK
• Elizabeth Meek (1)
  • IN: Amazement (1804) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost ! How soon his mem'ry dies ! His name is written in the dust, Where his own carcase lies. Men void of wisdom and of grace, If honour raise them high, Live, like the beast, a thoughtless race, And like the beast they die.
    FROM: The Psalms of David, (1744), Religious Text, UK
• Regina Maria Roche (1)
  • IN: Contrast (1828) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: There is nothing on earth excellent on all sides: there must be something wanting in the best of creatures, to shew how far they are from perfection.
    FROM: Reliquiæ Juveniles, (1734), Religious Text, UK
• Katy Simpson Smith (1)
  • IN: The Story of Land and Sea (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There is a land of pure delight Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers; Death like a narrow sea divides This heavenly land from ours... Bu timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away... Could we but climb where Moses stood And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
    FROM: NULL, (1694), Religious Text, UK
• Julia Spencer-Fleming (1)
  • IN: I Shall Not Want (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: My Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his Name; In pastures fresh he makes me feed Beside the living stream. He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake his ways, And leads me, for his mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace. When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; One word of thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away. Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, Doth still my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, Thy oil anoints my head. The sure provision of my God Attend me all my days; Oh, may thy house be mine abode And all my work be praise. There would I find a settled rest, While others go and come; No more a stranger or a guest, But like a child at home.
    FROM: Isaac Watts (1674-1748) paraphrase of Psalm 23, The Hymnal, 1982, The Church Pension Fund, (1982), NULL, UK
• Brian Freemantle (1)
  • IN: The Bearpit (1988) Fiction, Thriller, Spy fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For ‘tis their nature too
    FROM: Against Quarrelling, (1715), Poem, UK