Author: Lord Byron

Cites

• Horace (1)
  • IN: Don Juan (1824) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Difficile est proprie communia dicere.
    FROM: Ars Poetica, (-19), Poem, Rome
• William Shakespeare (1)
  • IN: Don Juan (1824) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth, too!
    FROM: Twelfth Night, (1623), Play, UK

Cited by

• Hsin Hsin Lin (1)
  • IN: Between The Lines (2004) Fiction, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: but words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK
• Marianna Baer (1)
  • IN: The Inconceivable Life of Quinn (2017) Magical Realism, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Where there is mystery, it is generally supposed that there must also be evil.
    FROM: A Fragment, (1819), NULL, UK
• Andrea Cremer (2)
  • IN: The Conjurer's Riddle (2015) Science Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: This is the patent age of new inventions / For killing bodies and for saving souls. / All propagated with the best intentions.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK
• Charlie Higson (1)
  • IN: The End (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again - a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thought - and that was death, Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrails - men Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
    FROM: Darkness, (1816), Poem, UK
• Martin & Graff, Lisa Leitch (1)
  • IN: Stranger Thing (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: What a strange thing is man? and what a stranger Is woman!
    FROM: Don Juan, canto 9, (1824), Poem, UK
• Andrew & Weil, Jonathan Prentice (1)
  • IN: Devil's Blood (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: He thought about himself, and the whole Earth Of Man the wonderful and of the Stars And how the deuce they ever could have birth; And then he thought of Earthquakes, and of Wars How many miles the Moon might have in girth Of Air-balloons, and of the many bars To perfect knowledge of the boundless Skies; And then he thought of Donna Julia's eyes.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK
• Rebekah L. Purdy (1)
  • IN: The Winter People (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went -- and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
    FROM: Darkness, (1816), Poem, UK
• Maurissa Guibord (1)
  • IN: Revel (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore.
    FROM: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, (1812), Poem, UK
• Andrew McConnell Stott (1)
  • IN: The Vampyre Family (2013) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Who would write, who had any thing better to do?
    FROM: Journal, (1813), Journal, UK
• William Bernhardt (1)
  • IN: Cruel Justice (1996) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Yet in my lineaments they trace some features of my father's face
    FROM: Parisina, (1816), Poem, UK
• Pete Hamill (1)
  • IN: North River (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Love in full life and length, not love ideal, No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name, But something better still, so very real...
    FROM: Beppo: A Venetian Story, (1818), Poem, UK
• Marcia Talley (2)
  • IN: A Quiet Death (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: At three and twenty I am left alone, and what more can we be at seventy? It is true, I am young enough to begin again, but with whom can I retrace the laughing part of life? It is odd how few of my friends have died a quiet death; I mean in their beds. But a quiet life is of more consequence.
    FROM: Letter to James Wedderburn Webster, August 24, 1811, (1811), Letter, UK
  • IN: Without a Grave (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin – his control Stops with the shore. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin’d, and unknown.
    FROM: Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 178-179, (1812), Book, UK
• Carrie Fisher (1)
  • IN: Surrender the Pink (1990) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK
• Lucy Ellmann (1)
  • IN: Dot in the Universe (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is rapture on the lonely shore.
    FROM: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, (1812), Poem, UK
• Leslie Glass (1)
  • IN: Hanging Time (1995) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And lovelier things have mercy shown To every failing but their own; And every woe a tear can claim, Except an erring sister’s shame.
    FROM: The Giaour, (1813), Poem, UK
• Sadie Jonasson (1)
  • IN: The Uninvited Guests (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Their table was a board to tempt even ghosts To pass the Styx for more substantial feasts.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK
• John Lutz (1)
  • IN: Chill of Night (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.
    FROM: Childe Harold, (1812), Poem, UK
• Duane Swierczynski (1)
  • IN: Secret Dead Men (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have a bit of tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
    FROM: Letter to Thomas Moore, (1817), Letter, UK
• Benjamin Markovits (1)
  • IN: Childish Loves (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If I could explain at length the real causes which have contributed to increase this perhaps natural temperament of mine -- this Melancholy which hath made me a bye-word -- nobody would wonder -- - but this is impossible without doing much mischief. - - I do not know what other men's lives have been - but I cannot conceive anything more strange than some of the earlier parts of mine - - I have written my memoirs - but omitted all the really consequential & important parts - from deference to the dead - to the living - and to those who must be both,
    FROM: Detached Thoughts, (1928), Book, UK
• Brian Freeman (1)
  • IN: Stripped (2006) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Must crimes be punished but by other crimes, and greater criminals?
    FROM: Manfred, (1817), Poem, UK
• Neil McMahon (1)
  • IN: To The Bone (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: She was not old, nor young, nor at the years Which certain people call a "certain age," Which yet the most uncertain age appears.
    FROM: Beppo, (1818), Poem, UK
• Alice LaPlante (1)
  • IN: A Circle of Wives (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Alas! the love of women! it is known to be a lovely and a fearful thing.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), NULL, NULL
• James Elliott (1)
  • IN: Daring (2014) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Catharine Maria Sedwick (1)
  • IN: The Travellers: A Tale (1825) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Then slowly climb the many-winding way, And frequent turn to linger as you go From loftier rocks new loveliness survey.
    FROM: Ceilde Harold (Childe Harold's Pilgrimage), (1818), Poem, UK
• Bernard Cornwell (1)
  • IN: Stonehenge (1999) Historical Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The Druid's groves are gone — so much the better: Stonehenge is not — but what the Devil is it?
    FROM: Lord Byron, Don Juan Canto XI, verse XXV., (1824), Poem, UK
• Nicola Cornick (1)
  • IN: One Night with the Laird (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Pleasure's a sin and sometimes sin's a pleasure
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK
• Matthew Reilly (1)
  • IN: Scarecrow (2003) Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: And, after all, what is a lie? "Tis but The truth in masquerade.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK
• Marie-Henri Beyle (4)
  • IN: The Red and the Black (1830) Psychological Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: He turn'd his lip to hers, and with his hand Call'd back the tangles of her wandering hair.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), NULL, UK
• Erica Jong (1)
  • IN: Fear of Flying (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Alas! the love of women! it is known To be a lovely and a fearful thing; For all of theirs upon that die is thrown, And if 'tis lost, life hath no more to bring To them but mockeries of the past alone, And their revenge is as the tiger's spring, Deadly, and quick, and crushing; yet, as real Torture is theirs -- what they inflinct they feel. They are right; for man, to man so oft unjust, Is always so to women; one sole bond Awaits them -- treachery is all their trust; Taught to conceal, their bursting hearts despond Over their idol, till some wealthier lust Buys them in marriage -- and what rests beyond A thankless husband -- next, a faithless lover -- Then dressing, nursing, praying -- and all's over. Some take a lover, some take drams or prayers, Some mind their household, others dissipation, Some run away, and but exchange their cares, Losing the advantage of a virtuous station; Few changes e'er can better their affairs, Theirs being an unnatural situation, From the dull palace to the dirty hovel: Some play the devil, and then write a novel.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK
• Ethel Turner (1)
  • IN: Three Little Maids (1900) Novel, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: Some blank verse and blanker prose, And more of both than any one knows.
    FROM: The Vision of Judgement, (1822), Poem, UK
• William Ernest Henley (1)
  • IN: A Song of Speed (1903) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: Now there is nothing gives a man such spirit, Leavening his blood as cayenne doth a curry, As going at full speed…. What a delightful thing’s a turn-pike road! So smooth, so level, such a means of shaving The Earth as scarce the Eagle in the broad Air can accomplish….
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, UK
• Dean Koontz (1)
  • IN: life expectancy (2004) Psychological Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Here’s a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And, whatever sky’s above me, Here’s a heart for every fate.
    FROM: To Thomas Moore, (1821), Poem, UK
• Alexandra Hawkins (1)
  • IN: You Can't Always Get the Marquess You Want: A Masters of Seduction Novel (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes sin’s a pleasure.
    FROM: Don Juan, (1819), Poem, UK
• Elliott James (1)
  • IN: Daring (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
    FROM: The Giaour, (1813), Poem, UK
• Cara/ Pickens, Andrea Elliott (1)
  • IN: Murder On Black Swan Lake (2017) Mystery, American
    EPIGRAPH: “History is the Devil’s Scripture."
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Esteban Echeverría (1)
  • IN: La Cautiva (1837) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: En todo clima el corazón de la mujer es tierra fértil en afectos generosos: ellas en cualquier circunstancia de la vida saben, como la Samaritana, prodigar el óleo y el vino
    FROM: Don Juan, (1824), Poem, NULL
• Mary Augusta Ward (1)
  • IN: Fenwick's Career (1906) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Who can contemplate Fame through clouds unfold The star which rises o'er her steep, nor climb?
    FROM: The Works of Lord Byron, in Verse and Prose, (1846), Book, UK