Author: Louis MacNeice

Cited by

• Philip Womack (1)
  • IN: The Broken King (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I will remember this tree With this dazzle of sun and shadow
    FROM: The Dark Tower, (1947), NULL, Ireland
• Karen V. (editor) Kukil (1)
  • IN: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (1982) Non-Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Having bitten on life like a sharp apple Or, playing it like a fish, been happy, Having felt with fingers that the sky is blue What have we after that to look forward to? Not the twilight of the gods but a precise dawn Or sallow and grey bricks, and newsboys crying war.
    FROM: Aubade, (1934), Poem, Ireland
• Lucy Caldwell (1)
  • IN: All the Beggars Riding (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The rain of London pimples The ebony streets with white And the neon-lamps of London Stain the canals of night And the park becomes a jungle In the alchemy of night. My wishes turn to violent Horses black as coal -- The randy mares of fancy, The stallions of the soul -- Eager to take the fences That fence about my soul.
    FROM: London Rain, (1939), Poem, UK
• Rachel Seiffert (1)
  • IN: The Walk Home (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The woven figure cannot undo its thread.
    FROM: Valediction, (1934), Poem, Ireland
• Elizabeth George (1)
  • IN: What Came Before He Shot Her (2006) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: —Better authentic mammon than a bogus god.
    FROM: Autumn Journal, (1939), Poem, UK
• Christopher Bland (1)
  • IN: Ashes in the Wind (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The land of scholars and saints; Scholars and saints my eye, the land of ambush, Purblind manifestos, never-ending complaints, The born martyr and the gallant ninny; The grocer drunk with the drum, The land-owner shot in his bed, the angry voices Piercing the broken fanlight in the slum.
    FROM: Autumn Journal, (1939), Poem, UK
• Douglas Kennedy (2)
  • IN: The Heart of Betrayal (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Run up the sail, my heartsick comrades; Let each horizon tilt and lurch -- You know the worst: your wills are fickle, Your values blurred, your hearts impure And your past life a ruined church -- But let your poison be your cure.
    FROM: Thalassa, (1963), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Heat of Betrayal (2015) Thriller, American
    EPIGRAPH: Run up the sail, my heartsick comrades; Let each horizon tilt and lurch-- You know the worst: your wills are fickle, Your values blurred, your hearts impure And your past life a ruined church-- But let your poison be your cure.
    FROM: Thalassa, (None), Poem, UK
• Maggie O'Farrell (1)
  • IN: This Must be the Place (2016) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural.
    FROM: "Snow", (1935), Poem, UK