Author: Washington Irving

Cites

• Robert Burton (3)
  • IN: The Sketch-Book (1820) Fiction, Anthology, American
    EPIGRAPH: I have no wife nor children, good or bad, to provide for. A mere spectator of other men's fortunes and adventures, and how they play their parts; which, methinks, are diversely presented unto me, as from a common theatre or scene.
    FROM: The Anatomy of Melancholy, (1621), Book, UK
  • IN: The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. (1819) Fiction, Literary Essays, American
    EPIGRAPH: I have no wife nor children, good or bad, to provide for. A mere spectator of other men's fortunes and adventures, and how they play their parts; which, methinks, are diversely presented unto me, as from a common theatre or scene.
    FROM: The Anatomy of Melancholy, (1621), Book, UK
  • IN: The Art of Book-Making (1819) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: If that severe doom of Synesius be true,--"It is a greater offence to steal dead men's labor, than their clothes," --what shall become of most writers?
    FROM: The Anatomy of Melancholy, (1621), Book, UK
• Martin (martyn) Parker (1)
  • IN: The Sketch-book of Geoffrey (1831) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A man might then behold At Christmas, in each hall, Good fires to curb the cold And meat for great and small. The neighbours were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chidden, When this old cap was new.
    FROM: The Old Cap, (1630), Song, NULL
• Burton (1)
  • IN: The Sketch-book of Geoffrey (1831) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: " I have no wife nor children, good or bad, to provide for. A mere spectator of other men's fortunes and adventures, and how they play their parts ; which, methinks, are diversely presented unto me, as from a common theatre or scene."
    FROM: The Anatomy of Melancholy, (1621), Book, UK
• James Thomson (1)
  • IN: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (1820) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A pleasing land of drowsy head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky.
    FROM: Castle of Indolence, (1748), Poem, UK
• Senega (1)
  • IN: The life and voyages of Christopher Columbus (1828) Biography, Non-Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Szcula seris, quibus Oceanus Vincula rerum laxet, et ingexzs Paleat tellus, Typhisquc novos Detegul Orbcs, uec sit lerris Ultima Thule.
    FROM: Meden, (None), NULL, NULL
• NULL (7)
  • IN: History of New York, from the beginning of the world to the end of the Dutch dynasty (1860) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: De waarbelb bie in buidter lag, Die fomt met flaarbeib aan ben baa.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
  • IN: The Spectre Bridegroom (1819) Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: He that supper for is dight, He lyes full cold, I trow, this night! Yestreen to chamber I him led, This night Gray-steel has made his bed!
    FROM: The History of Sir Eger, Sir Grahame, and Sir Gray‑Steel, (1711), Poem, UK
  • IN: Christmas (1820) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: A man might then behold At Christmas, in each hall Good fires to curb the cold, And meat for great and small. The neighbors were friendly bidden, And all had welcome true, The poor from the gates were not chidden When this old cap was new.
    FROM: Old Song, (None), Song, NULL
  • IN: The Stage-Coach (1820) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: Omne bene Sine poena Tempua est ludendi. Venit hora Absque mora Libros deponendi.
    FROM: Old Holiday School-Song, (None), Song, NULL
  • IN: Traits of Indian Character (1820) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: I appeal to any white man if he ever entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not to eat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not.
    FROM: Speech of an Indian Chief (from a message sent by an Indian by the name of Logan to Lord Dunmore in Virginia around 1774), (1774), Speech, NULL
  • IN: John Bull (1820) Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: An old song, made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate. With an old study fill'd full of learned old books, With an old reverend chaplain, you might know him by his looks, With an old buttery-hatch worn quite off the hooks, And an old kitchen that maintained half-a-dozen old cooks. Like an old courtier, etc.
    FROM: Old Song ("The Old and Young Courtier"), (1827), Song, NULL
• Anonymous (1)
  • IN: The Voyage (1819) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: Ships, ships, I will descrie you Amidst the main, I will come and try you, What you are protecting, And projecting, What's your end and aim. One goes abroad for merchandise and trading, Another stays to keep his country from invading, A third is coming home with rich and wealthy lading. Hallo! my fancie, whither wilt thou go?
    FROM: Old Poem (Hallow My Fancie), (None), Poem, NULL
• Thomas Middleton (2)
  • IN: The Wife (1819) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the concealed comforts of a man Lock'd up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings, when I came but near the house, What a delicious breath marriage sends forth- The violet bed's no sweeter!
    FROM: Women Beware Women, (1657), Play, NULL
  • IN: The Broken Heart (1819) Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: I never heard Of any true affection, but 't was nipt With care, that, like the caterpillar, eats The leaves of the spring's sweetest book, the rose.
    FROM: Blurt, Master Constable, (1602), Play, UK
• William Cartwright (1)
  • IN: Rip Van Winkle (1819) Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: By Woden, God of Saxons, From whence comes Wensday, that is Wodensday, Truth is a thing that ever I will keep Unto thylke day in which I creep into My sepulchre-
    FROM: The Ordinary, (None), Play, NULL
• John, and Massinger, Philip Fletcher (1)
  • IN: A Royal Poet (1819) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: Though your body be confined And soft love a prisoner bound, Yet the beauty of your mind Neither check nor chain hath found. Look out nobly, then, and dare Even the fetters that you wear.
    FROM: The False One, (1647), Play, NULL
• John and Massinger, Philip Fletcher (1)
  • IN: The Country Church (1819) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: A gentleman! What o'er the poolpack? or the sugar-chest? Or lists of velvet? Which is 't, pound, or yard, You vend your gentry by?
    FROM: Beggar's Bush, (1647), Play, NULL
• Christopher Marlowe (1)
  • IN: The Widow and Her Son (1819) Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: Pittie olde age, within whose silver haires Honour and reverence evermore have rain'd.
    FROM: Tamburlaine the Great, (1590), Play, NULL
• John Lyly (1)
  • IN: The Boar's Head Tavern, Eastcheap (1819) Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: A tavern is the rendezvous, the exchange, the staple of good fellows. I have heard my great-grandfather tell, how his great-great-grandfather should say, that it was an old proverb when his great-grandfather was a child, that 'it was a good wind that blew a man to the wine.'"
    FROM: Mother Bombie, (1594), Play, NULL
• Drummond of Hawthornden (Drummond, William) (1)
  • IN: The Mutability of Literature (1819) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: I know that all beneath the moon decays, And what by mortals in this world is brought, In time's great periods shall return to nought. I know that all the muses' heavenly rays, With toil of sprite which are so dearly bought, As idle sounds, of few or none are sought- That there is nothing lighter than mere praise.
    FROM: Despite All, (None), Poem, NULL
• William Shakespeare (1)
  • IN: The Inn Kitchen (1819) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?
    FROM: Falstaff, from Henry IV, (1598), Play, UK
• T. B. (Thomas Bastard) (1)
  • IN: Westminster Abbey (1820) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: When I behold, with deep astonishment, To famous Westminster how there resorte, Living in brasse or stoney monument, The princes and the worthies of all sorte; Doe not I see reformde nobilitie, Without contempt, or pride, or ostentation, And looke upon offenseless majesty, Naked of pomp or earthly domination? And how a play-game of a painted stone Contents the quiet now and silent sprites, Whome all the world which late they stood upon Could not content nor quench their appetites. Life is a frost of cold felicitie, And death the thaw of all our vanitie.
    FROM: Christolero's Epigrams, (1598), Poem, NULL
• Thomas Cartwright (1)
  • IN: Christmas Eve (1820) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: Saint Francis and Saint Benedight Blesse this house from wicked wight; From the night-mare and the goblin, That is hight good fellow Robin; Keep it from all evil spirits, Fairies, weezels, rats, and ferrets: From curfew time To the next prime.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Robert Herrick (2)
  • IN: Christmas Day (1820) Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: Dark and dull night, flie hence away, And give the honor to this day That sees December turn'd to May. . . . . . . . Why does the chilling winter's morne Smile like a field beset with corn? Or smell like to a meade new-shorne, Thus on the sudden? -come and see The cause why things thus fragrant be.
    FROM: A Christmas Carol, (1648), Poem, NULL
  • IN: The Pride of the Village (1820) Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: May no wolfe howle; no screech owle stir A wing about thy sepulchre! No boysterous winds or stormes come hither, To starve or wither Thy soft sweet earth! but, like a spring, Love kept it ever flourishing.
    FROM: The Dirge of Jephthah’s Daughter, (None), Poem, NULL
• George (Washington cites Wither as 'Withers') Wither (1)
  • IN: The Christmas Dinner (1820) Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: Lo, now is come our joyful'st feast! Let every man be jolly. Eache roome with yvie leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Now all our neighbours' chimneys smoke, And Christmas blocks are burning; Their ovens they with bak't meats choke And all their pits are turning. Without the door let sorrow lie, And if, for cold, it hap to die, Wee'l bury 't~~ in a Christmas pye, And evermore be merry.
    FROM: (from Juvenilia), A Christmas Carol, (1871), Poem, NULL
• John Fletcher (1)
  • IN: London Antiques (1848) Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: -- I do walk Methinks like Guide Vaux, with my dark lanthorn, Stealing to set the town o' fire; i' th' country I should be taken for William o' the Wisp, Or Robin Goodfellow.
    FROM: The Night Walker, or The Little Thief, (1640), Play, NULL
• Thomas (Irving cites Nashe as 'Nash') Nashe (1)
  • IN: Little Britain (1820) Short Story, American
    EPIGRAPH: What I write is most true ..... I have a whole booke of cases lying by me, which if I should sette foorth,~~ some grave auntients (within the hearing of Bow Bell) would be out of chaity with me.
    FROM: Christ's Tears Over Jerusalem, (1593), Poem, NULL
• David Garrick (1)
  • IN: Stratford-on-Avon (1820) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: Thou soft-flowing Avon, by thy silver stream Of~~ things more than mortal sweet Shakespeare would dream The Fairies by moonlight dance round his green bed, For hallow'd the turf is which pillow'd his head.
    FROM: Soft Flowing Avon, (1769), Song, NULL
• Thomas Campbell (1)
  • IN: Philip of Pokanoket (1820) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: As monumental bronze unchanged his look: A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook; Train'd from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier, The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook Impassive-fearing but the shame of fear- stoic of the woods-a man without a tear.
    FROM: Gertrude of Wyoming; A Pennsylvanian Tale, (1809), Poem, NULL
• Henry Wotton (1)
  • IN: The Angler (1820) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: This day Dame Nature seem'd in love, The lusty sap began to move, Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled flie. There stood my friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
    FROM: On A Bank As I Sate A Fishing: A Description Of The Spring, (None), Poem, NULL
• Alain (trans. Roos, Richard) Chartier (Irving cites Chaucer as the source of the epigraph but later scholars attribute it to Richard Roos's translation of Alain Chartier's poem of the same name) (1)
  • IN: L'Envoy (1820) Short Story, Literary Essay, American
    EPIGRAPH: Go, little booke, God send thee good passage, And specially let this be thy prayere, Unto them all that thee will read or hear, Where thou art wrong, after their help to call, Thee to correct in any part or all.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL

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• Gaby Triana (1)
  • IN: Wake the Hollow (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere...
    FROM: The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, (1820), Short Story, US
• Holly Chamberlin (1)
  • IN: The Summer Everything Changed (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us...
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, US
• Nelson DeMille (1)
  • IN: The Gate House (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: How beauteous is this garden; where the flowers of the earth vie with the stars of heaven. What can compare with the vase of yon alabaster fountain filled with crystal water? Nothing but the moon in her fulness, shining in the midst of an unclouded sky!
    FROM: Inscription on a wall of Alhambra Castle, Granada, Spain From Washington Irving, The Alhambra (Tales of the Alhambra), (1832), Book, US