Author: Thomas Moore

Cites

• Philip Stanhope (1)
  • IN: The Fudge Family in England (1835) Epistolary Verse Novel, British
    EPIGRAPH: Malim prodesse quam conspici.'
    FROM: Briefe des Herrn Philipp Dormer Stanhope, Grafen von Chesterfield,: an seinen Sohn Philipp Stanhope, Esquire, ehemaligen, (1774), Book, UK
• Aristotle (1)
  • IN: The Fudge Family in England (1835) Epistolary Verse Novel, British
    EPIGRAPH: Stultum est absurdos opiniones accurabus nefellere.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Greece

Cited by

• Jessica Brody (1)
  • IN: Unremembered (2013) Science Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The heart that has truly lov'd never forgets
    FROM: Believe Me, if All Those Endearing Young Charms, (1808), Poem, Ireland
• Edgar Allan Poe (1)
  • IN: Loss of Breath (1832) Humour, American
    EPIGRAPH: O Breathe not, etc.
    FROM: Moore's Melodies, (1807), Book, Ireland
• Laurell Hamilton (1)
  • IN: A Shiver of Light (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
    FROM: "Oft in the Stilly Night", (1817), Poem, Ireland
• Dan Wells (1)
  • IN: The Devil's Only Friend (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: This, this the doom must be Of all who’ve loved, and lived to see The few bright things they thought would stay For ever near them, die away.
    FROM: Alone In Crowds to Wander On, (1807), Poem, Ireland
• Harriet Beecher Stower (1)
  • IN: Dred: A Tale of the Great Dismal Swamp (1856) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds, His path was rugged and sore, Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds, Through many a fen, where the serpent feeds, And man never trod before. And, when on the earth he sunk to sleep, If slumber his eyelids knew, He lay where the deadly vine doth weep Its venomous tears, that nightly steep The flesh with blistering dew."
    FROM: A Ballad: The Lake of the Dismal Swamp, (1803), Poem, Ireland
• Mary Elizabeth Braddon (1)
  • IN: The Trail of the Serpent (1860) Novel, British
    EPIGRAPH: “Poor race of men!” said the pitying Spirit, “Dearly ye pay for your primal fall: Some flowerets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the Serpent is over them all!”
    FROM: Paradise and the Peri, (1817), Poem, UK
• George Gordon Byron (2)
  • IN: The Giaour (1813) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: One fatal remembrance - one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes - To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring, For which joy hath no balm - and affliction no sting.
    FROM: As A Beam O'Er The Face Of The Waters May Glow, (None), Poem, Ireland