Author: Mary Howitt

Cited by

• Kimberly Derting (2)
  • IN: The Replaced (2015) Science Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly, / "Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy."
    FROM: The Spider and the Fly, (1829), Poem, UK
• Teresa Toten (1)
  • IN: Beware That Girl (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: "Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly.
    FROM: The Spider and the Fly, (1829), Poem, UK
• Kristen Callihan (1)
  • IN: Winterblaze (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And now dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed: Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye, And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.
    FROM: The Spider and the Fly, (1829), Poem, UK
• M. C. Beaton (1)
  • IN: Death of a Perfect Wife (1989) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: "Will you walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a fly: "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy."
    FROM: "The Spider and the Fly", (1829), Poem, UK
• Jane Casey (1)
  • IN: The Reckoning (2011) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly, ''Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I've many curious things to shew when you are there.' 'Oh no, no,' said the little Fly, 'to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.'
    FROM: The Spider and the Fly, (1829), Poem, UK
• Sarah Crompton (1)
  • IN: The Life of Robinson Crusoe in Short Words (1859) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: As the fresh Rose-bud needs the silvery shower, The golden sunshine, and the pearly dew, The joyous day with all its changes new, Ere it can bloom into the perfect flower; So with the human rose-bud; from sweet airs Of heaven will fragrant purity be caught, And influences benign of tender thought Inform the soul, like angels, unawares.
    FROM: NULL, (None), Poem, UK