Author: Thomas Parnell

Cited by

• Alan Bradley (4)
  • IN: Speakingg From Among the Bones (2013) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Now from yon black and fun'ral yew, That bathes the charnel-house with dew, Methinks I hear a voice begin; (Ye ravens, cease your croaking din; Ye tolling clocks, no time resound O'er the long lake and midnight ground It sends a peal of hollow groans, Thus speaking from among the bones.
    FROM: A Night-Piece on Death, (1721), Poem, Ireland
  • IN: The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The Marble Tombs that rise on high, Whose Dead in vaulted Arches lye, Whose Pillars swell with sculptur'd Stones, Arms, Angels, Epitaphs and Bones, These (all the poor Remains of State) Adorn the Rich, or praise the Great; Who while on Earth in Fame they live, Are senseless of the Fame they give.
    FROM: A Night-Piece on Death, (1721), Poem, Ireland
  • IN: Speaking from Among the Bones (2013) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Now from yon black and fun'ral yew, That bathes the charnel-house with dew, Methinks I hear a voice begin (Ye ravens, cease your croaking din, Ye tolling clocks, no time resound O'er the long lake and midnight ground); It sends a peal of hollow groans, Thus speaking from among the bones.
    FROM: A Night Piece on Death, (1721), Poem, US
  • IN: The Dead in ther Vaulted Arches (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The Marble Tombs that rise on high, Whose Dead in vaulted Arches lye, Whoe Pillars swell with sculptur'd Stones, Arms, Angels, Epitaphs and Bones, These (all the poor Remains of State) Adorn the Rich, or praise the Great; Who while on Earth in Fame they live, Are senseless of the Fame they give.
    FROM: A Night-Piece on Death, (1721), NULL, US