Author: Maureen Jennings

Cites

• Charles Dickens (1)
  • IN: Season of Darkness (2011) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness.
    FROM: A Tale of Two Cities, (1859), Novel, UK
• William Shakespeare (6)
  • IN: Murdoch Mysteries: Poor Tom is Cold (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Gloucester: Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so wild That it doth hate what gets it. Edgar: [pretending to be a lunatic] Poor Tom's a cold
    FROM: King Lear, (1608), Play, UK
  • IN: Murdoch Mysteries: Let Loose the Dogs (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc", and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth...
    FROM: Julius Caesar, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: Murdoch Mysteries: Vices of My Blood (2006) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: ... as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, so justly to your grave ears I'll present How did thrive in this fair lady's love And she mind
    FROM: Othello, (1622), Play, UK
  • IN: Let Darkness Bury the Dead (2017) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: On being informed of the death of his son, Harry Percy, Northumberland goes into a frenzy, vowing to unleash terrible rage upon the perpetrators. He says: But let one spirit of the first-born Cain Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set On bloody courses, the rude scene may end, And darkness be the burier of the dead.
    FROM: Henry IV, Part 2, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: Night's Child (2005) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: ". . . He is but Night's child." (said of Tarquin, who has ravished Lucrece)
    FROM: The Rape of Lucrece, (1594), Poem, UK
  • IN: Under the Dragon's Tail (1998) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's Tail and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and lecherous.
    FROM: King Lear, (1608), Play, UK
• Emily Dickinson (1)
  • IN: Murdoch Mysteries: Except the Dying (2012) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The last night that she lived It was a common night, Except the dying; this to us Made nature different
    FROM: The Last Night that She Lived, (1890), Poem, US
• Henry Reed (1)
  • IN: Dead Ground in Between (2016) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: There may be dead ground in between and I may not have got The knack of judging a distance; I will only venture A guess that perhaps between me and the apparent lovers (Who, incidentally, appear by now to have finished,) At seven o'clock from the houses, is roughly a distance Of about one year and a half.
    FROM: Lessons of the War, part 2, "Judging Distances", (1970), Poem, US
• s.j.c. (1)
  • IN: Let Darkness Bury the Dead (2017) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: THE GOLDEN AGE Not for national or personal aggrandizement are we to combine-far be it from us! But we need the invincible strength of union for righteousness and peace, the sheltering power under which no man need suffer wrong and the resources of great Empires may be developed for the good for all. ... The energy, the inventive genius, the self sacrifice and wealth of the world can surely be set to a better task than by perfecting the engines of war by which to crush out in agony our brother man? For war is no abstract term- it is the bloody holocaust of thousands of brave men ... and the bitter heartbreak of more thousands of desolate women... And yet it can only be "By Mutual Consent." Peace and goodwill must be no veneer, but right through the heart of the nations and their rulers, before strong defence can be abandoned as a slur on the good friends and neighbours of any land.
    FROM: England's Welcome (On the Coronation of George V), (None), NULL, UK