Author: Lord Alfred Tennyson

Cited by

• Colin Thubron (1)
  • IN: A Cruel Madness (1984) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: And most of all would I flee from the cruel madness of love -- The honey of poison-flowers and all the measureless ill
    FROM: Maud, (1855), Poem, UK
• Sarah Rees Brennan (1)
  • IN: Unmade (2014) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: We are not now that strength which in old days / Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; / One equal temper of heroic hearts, / Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will / To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
    FROM: Ulysses, (1922), Poem, UK
• Michael Byrne (1)
  • IN: Lottery Boy (2015) Adventure Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Dreams are true while they last, / and do we not live in dreams?
    FROM: The Higher Pantheism, (1869), Poem, UK
• Teri Terry (1)
  • IN: Book of Lies (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
    FROM: The Grandmother, (1864), Poem, UK
• Will Cohu (1)
  • IN: Nothing But Grass (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
    FROM: Maud, (1855), Poem, UK
• Elizabeth Bear (1)
  • IN: Grail (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: God make thee good as thou art beautiful.
    FROM: The Holy Grail, (1869), Poem, UK
• Thomas Maltman (1)
  • IN: Little Wolves (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And ever and anon the wolf would steal The Children and devour but now and then Her own brood lost or dead, lent her fierce teat To human sucklings...
    FROM: The Coming of Arthur, (1859), Poem, UK
• John C. Wright (1)
  • IN: The Hermetic Millennia (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see; Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be. - Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain;d a ghastly dew From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue.
    FROM: "Locksley Hall", (1842), Poem, UK
• Elly Griffiths (1)
  • IN: The Ghost Fields (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I hate the dreadful hollow behing the little wood, Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-red heath, The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood. And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers 'Death'.
    FROM: Maud, (1855), Poem, UK