Author: Regina Maria Roche

Cites

• James Macpherson (1)
  • IN: The Houses of Osma and Almeria; Or, Covent of St. IIdefonso (1810) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: He came from his own high hall and seized my hand in grief.
    FROM: Ossian, Oina-Morul, (1900), Poem, UK
• Waller (1)
  • IN: Clermont (1799) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Our Passions gone, and Reason on her throne, w Amaz'd we see the mischiefs we have done: After a tempest, when the winds are laid, The calm sea wonders at the wrecks it made.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• William Shakespeare (7)
  • IN: Nocturnal Visit: A Tale (1801) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I would speak to thee."
    FROM: Hamlet, (1603), Play, UK
  • IN: The Maid of the Hamlet (1833) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Thou hast been As one in suffering all, that suffers nothing: A man who Fortune's buffets and rewards Has ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are they Whose blood and judgment mingled are so well, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger, To sound what stop she pleases.
    FROM: Hamlet, (1603), Play, UK
  • IN: The Monastery of St. Columb: Or, The Atonement (1813) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: The purest treasure mortal times afford, Is spotless reputation: that away, Ilea are bet gilded loam, or painted clay,
    FROM: Richard II, (1597), Play, UK
  • IN: The Discarded Son; Or, Haunt of the Banditti (1825) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: " When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threat'ning eye."
    FROM: King John, (1623), Play, UK
  • IN: The Discarded Son; or, Haunt of the Banditti (1807) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Thou hast been As one in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man who Fortune's buffets and rewards Has ta'en with equal thanks: and blest are they Whose blood and judgment mingled are so well, That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger, To sound what stop she please.
    FROM: Hamlet: Act 3, Scene 2, (1603), Play, UK
  • IN: The Monastery of St. Columb (1813) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The purest treasure moral times afford, Is spotless reputation; that away, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
    FROM: Richard II, (1597), Play, UK
• Mallet (1)
  • IN: Trecothick Bower (1816) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: By Sorrow's shading1 hand Touch'd into power more exquisitely soft, By tears adorn'd, intender'd by Distress. Oh sweetness without name '. when Love looks on With Pity's melting eye, that to the soul Endears, ennobles her whom Fate afflicts, Or Fortune leaves unhappy !
    FROM: Amyntor and Theodora: Or, the Hermit, (1747), Poem, UK
• Arkenside (1)
  • IN: The Vicar of Lansdowne (1789) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: " - - - - . - . Ye ſmilingband' *' Of youths and virgins, who thro' all the maze U Of young desire with rival steps pursue " Thg: charm of beauty; if the pleasing toil ' " Can yield a moment's respite, hither rum fl Your favourable. ear."
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Beattie (1)
  • IN: The Munster Cottage Boy (1820) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: And yet poor Edwin was no vulgar boy.
    FROM: The Minstrel, (1774), Poem, UK
• NULL (2)
  • IN: The Munster Cottage Boy (1820) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: " The world has now no joy for me, Nor can life now one pleasure boast, Since all my eyes desir'd to see, My wish, my hope, my all, is lost J" " Since she, so form'd to please and bless — . So wise, so innocent, so fair ! Whose converse sweet made sorrow less, And brighten-d all the gloom of care — " Since she is lost, ye Powers divine, What have I done, or thought, or said— Oh say, what horrid act of mine Has drawn this vengeance on my head ?"
    FROM: Martial, (None), Poem, NULL
  • IN: Castle Chapel (1825) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: " With awe-struck thought and pitying tears, I view that noble, stately dome, Where Ulster's kings of other years, . Fam'd heroes ! had their royal home : Alas ! how chang'd the times to come ! Their royal name low in the dust— i Their hapless race wild, wand'ring roam — Though rigid law cries out — 'twas just!"
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Thomas Campbell (1)
  • IN: The Tradition of the Castle; Or, Scenes in the Emerald Isle (1824) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: — Oh Erin, my country I though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore; But, alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sign for the friends who can meet me no more."
    FROM: The Exile of Erin, (1800), Poem, UK
• Oliver Goldsmith (1)
  • IN: The Tradition of the Castle; Or, Scenes in the Emerald Isle (1824) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: * Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring wall ; And, trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away, thy children leave the land."
    FROM: The Deserted Village, (1770), Poem, Ireland
• Isaac Watts (1)
  • IN: Contrast (1828) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: There is nothing on earth excellent on all sides: there must be something wanting in the best of creatures, to shew how far they are from perfection.
    FROM: Reliquiæ Juveniles, (1734), Religious Text, UK
• James Thomson (1)
  • IN: Contrast (1828) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: "sudden he starts, Shook from his tender trance, and restless runs, To glimmering shades and sympathetic glooms.”
    FROM: Spring, (1728), Poem, UK
• Thomson. (2)
  • IN: The Children of the Abbey (1796) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: A matchless pair, With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace; The same, distinguish'd by their sex alone: Hers the mild lustre of the blooming morn, And his the radiance of the risen day.
    FROM: Summer (The Seasons), (1727), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Children of the Abbey: a Tale (1796) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: A matchless pair; With equal virtue form'd and equal grace, The fame, distinguish'd by their sex alone; Her's the mild lustre of the blooming morn, And his the radiance of the risen day.
    FROM: Summer (The Seasons), (1727), Poem, UK