Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Cited by

• Jim Holt (1)
  • IN: Why Does the World Exist? (2012) Non-Fiction, Cosmology, American
    EPIGRAPH: Harley told his Mother, that he was thinking all day -- all the morning, all the day, all the evening -- "what it would be, if there were Nothing! if all the men, & women, & Trees, & grass, and birds & beasts, & the Sky, & the Ground, were all gone: Darkness & Coldness -- & nothing to be dark & cold.
    FROM: Letter to Sara Hutchinson, (1802), Letter, UK
• Cassandra Clare (1)
  • IN: Clockwork Prince (2011) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Alas! they had been friends in youth; / But whispering tongues can poison truth; / And constancy lives in realms above; / And life is thorny; and youth is vain; / And to be wroth with one we love / Doth work like madness in the brain.
    FROM: Christabel, (1816), Poem, UK
• Maggie Stiefvater (1)
  • IN: The Dream Thieves (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What if you slept And what if In your sleep You dreamed And what if In your dream You went to heaven And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower And what if When you awoke You had that flower in your hand Ah, what then?
    FROM: What if you slept, (1895), Poem, UK
• Sharon Bolton (2)
  • IN: Little Black Lies (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
    FROM: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, (1798), Poem, UK
  • IN: A Dark and Twisted Tide (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Ah! Well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung
    FROM: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, (1798), Poem, UK
• Paul Christopher (1)
  • IN: The Sword of the Templars (2009) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn? Where may the grave of that good man be?— By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn, Under the twigs of a young birch tree! The oak that in summer was sweet to hear, And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year, And whistled and roared in the winter alone, Is gone,—and the birch in its stead is grown.— The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust;— His soul is with the saints, I trust.
    FROM: The Knight's Tomb, (1834), Poem, UK
• Orhan Pamuk (1)
  • IN: The Museum of Innocence (2008) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: If a man could pass thro' Paradise in a Dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his Soul had really been there, and found that flower in his hand when he awoke -- Aye? and what then?
    FROM: Anima Poetae, (1895), Book, UK
• A. S. Byatt (1)
  • IN: The Game (1967) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The principle of the imagination resembles the emblem of the serpent...
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Stewart Home (1)
  • IN: 69 Things to Do with a Dead Princess (2002) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I regard truth as a divine ventriloquist. I care not from whose mouth the sounds are supposed to proceed, if only the words are audible and intelligible
    FROM: Biographia Literaria, (1817), Book, UK
• Daryl Gregory (1)
  • IN: Harrison Squared (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.
    FROM: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, (1798), Poem, UK
• Thomas McGuane (1)
  • IN: The Cadence of Grass (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon lover.
    FROM: Kubla Khan, (1816), Poem, UK
• Jodi Picoult (1)
  • IN: Second Glance (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What if you slept? And what if in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you woke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah! What then?
    FROM: What if you slept, (1895), Poem, UK
• Robert Parker (1)
  • IN: A Savage Place (1981) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
    FROM: Kubla Khan, (1816), Poem, UK
• Kate Rhodes (1)
  • IN: A Killing of Angels (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If a man is not rising upwards to be an angel, depend upon it, he is sinking downwards to be a devil.
    FROM: written to Voltaire, (1759), Letter, UK
• Gene Wolfe (1)
  • IN: The Fifth Head of Cerberus (1972) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf’s young.
    FROM: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, (1798), Poem, UK
• G. M. Malliet (1)
  • IN: Death at the Alma Mater (2010) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree, Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
    FROM: Kubla Khan, (1816), Poem, UK
• Kim Barnes (1)
  • IN: A Country Called Home (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake -- Aye, what then?
    FROM: Anima Poetae, (1895), Book, UK
• Dori Jones Yang (1)
  • IN: Daughter of Xanadu (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And here were gardens bright with sinuous tills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery....
    FROM: "Kubla Khan:, (1816), Poem, UK
• Nora Roberts (1)
  • IN: Portrait in Death (2003) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.
    FROM: England, (1809), Poem, US
• Kamala Markandaya (1)
  • IN: Nectar in a Sieve (1954) Novel, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, And hope without an object cannot live.
    FROM: Work Without Hope, (1825), Poem, UK
• Charles Kingsley (1)
  • IN: Glaucus, or, The Wonders of the Shore (1856) Non-Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Beyond the shadow of the ship I watch'd the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they rear'd, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. *** O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gush'd from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware.
    FROM: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, (1797), Poem, UK