Author: William Wordsworth

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• William Wordsworth (1)
  • IN: Poems, in Two Volumes (1807) Fiction, Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: Posterius graviore sono tibi Musa loquetur Nostra: dabunt cum securos mihi tempera fructus.
    FROM: Poems in Two Volumes, (1807), NULL, Italy

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• Patrick White (1)
  • IN: A Fringe of Leaves (1976) Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: A perfect WOman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command.
    FROM: She Was a Phantom of Delight, (1807), Poem, UK
• Sita Brahmachari (1)
  • IN: Kite Spirit (2013) Young Adult Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: There are in our existence spots of time, / That with distinct pre-eminence retain / A renovating virtue, whence - depressed / By false opinion and contentious thought, / Or aught of heavier or more deadly weight, / In trivial occupations, and the round / Of ordinary intercourse - our minds / Are nourished and invisibly repaired; / A virtue, by which pleasure is enhanced, / That penetrates, enables us to mount, / When high, more high, and lifts us up when fallen.
    FROM: The Prelude, (1799), Poem, UK
• Kami & Stohl, Margaret Garcia (1)
  • IN: Beautiful Chaos (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light -- Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end.
    FROM: The Prelude: Book Sixth, (1850), Poem, UK
• Christina Lauren (1)
  • IN: Sublime (2014) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A slumber did my spirit seal I had no human fears: She seem'd a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; She neither haers no sees; Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
    FROM: A Slumber Did my Spirit Seal, (1800), Poem, UK
• Arnold Bennett (1)
  • IN: Anna of the Five Towns (1912) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Therefore, although it be a history Homely and rude, I will relate the same For the delight of a few natural hearts.
    FROM: Michael, A Pastoral Poem, (1800), Poem, UK
• Walter Scott (2)
  • IN: Saint Ronan's Well (1823) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: "A jolly place," said he, "in times of old! But something ails it now; the spot is curst."
    FROM: Hart-Leap Well, (1798), Poem, UK
  • IN: Rob Boy (1817) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: For why? Because the good old rule Sufficeth them; the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
    FROM: Rob Boy's grave, (1815), Poem, UK
• George Eliot (1)
  • IN: Silas Marner (None) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: A child, more than all other gifts That earth can offer to declining man, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts.
    FROM: Michael, (1800), Poem, UK
• Lauren Baratz Logsted (1)
  • IN: Falling for Prince Charles (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: ... The daisy, by the shadow that is casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop form the sun.
    FROM: To A Child - Written In Her Album, (1835), Poem, UK
• Loretta Ellsworth (1)
  • IN: Unforgettable (2011) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I wander'd lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
    FROM: I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, (1807), Poem, UK
• William Boyd (1)
  • IN: Solo (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds no realised...
    FROM: Intimations of Immortality, (1807), Poem, UK
• Jaclyn Moriarty (1)
  • IN: A Tangle of Gold (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And from my pillow, looking forth by light Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
    FROM: The Prelude, Book 3, (1850), Poem, UK
• Conrad Richter (1)
  • IN: The Light in the Forest (1966) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy.
    FROM: Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, (1807), Poem, UK
• Sharon Bolton (1)
  • IN: Dead Scared (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not, And deluding the unwary Til the fatal bolt is shot!
    FROM: Inscriptions Supposed to be Found In and Near a Hermit's Well, (1818), Poem, UK
• Michael Christie (1)
  • IN: If I Fall, If I Die (2015) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up Fostered alike by beauty and by fear.
    FROM: The Prelude, (1799), Poem, UK
• Liz Jensen (1)
  • IN: The Uninvited (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting The soul that rises with us, our life's star Hath had elsewhere its setting And cometh from afar... Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither Can in a moment travel thither And see the children sport upon the shore And hear the mightey waters rolling evermore.
    FROM: Ode: Intimitations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, (1807), Poem, UK
• Hannah McKinnon (1)
  • IN: Mystic Summer (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more.
    FROM: The Solitary Reaper, (1807), Poem, UK
• Reginald Hill (1)
  • IN: Child's Play (1986) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: A simple child, dear brother Jim, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
    FROM: We are seven, (1798), Poem, UK
• Robin Wasserman (1)
  • IN: Torn (2011) NULL, American
    EPIGRAPH: All moveables of wonder, from all parts, Are here— … The Bust that speaks and moves its goggling eyes, The Wax-work, Clock-work, all the marvellous craft Of modern Merlins, Wild Beasts, Puppet-shows, All out-o’-the-way, far-fetched, perverted things, All freaks of nature, all Promethean thoughts Of man, his dulness, madness, and their feats All jumbled up together, to compose A Parliament of Monsters….
    FROM: The Prelude, (1799), Poem, UK
• Orhan Pamuk (1)
  • IN: A Strangeness in my Mind (2014) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I had melancholy thoughts... a strangeness in my mind, A feeling that I was not for that hour, Not for that place.
    FROM: The Prelude, (1799), Poem, UK
• Sapphire/ Lofton, Ramona (1)
  • IN: Push (1996) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pure, Stanger! henceforth be warned; and know, that pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty, is littlness; that he who feels contempt For any living thing, hath faculties Which he has never used; that thought with him Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye is ever on himself, doth look on one, The least of nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever, O, be wiser thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love...
    FROM: "Lyrical Ballads", (1798), Poem, UK
• Nora Roberts (2)
  • IN: Bed of Roses (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And ’tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
    FROM: Lines Written in Early Spring, (1798), Poem, UK
  • IN: Apprentice in Death (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Or moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
    FROM: Lyrical Ballads, (1798), Book, UK
• Kate Kerrigan (1)
  • IN: City of Hope (2011) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
    FROM: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, (1807), Poem, UK
• Lauren Baratz-Logsted (1)
  • IN: Falling for Prince Charles (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: ... The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewcrop from the sun.
    FROM: "To a Child" (Written in Her Album), (1835), Poem, UK
• Charles Kingsley (2)
  • IN: The Water Babies (2004) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
    FROM: Lines Written in Early Spring, (1798), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Water Babies: A Fairy Tale for a Land-Baby (1863) Satire, British
    EPIGRAPH: "I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined; In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. "To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think, What man has made of man."
    FROM: Lines Written in Early Spring, (1798), Poem, UK
• Catharine Maria Sedwick (1)
  • IN: Memoir of Joseph Curtis, a Model Man (1858) Memoir, American
    EPIGRAPH: The child is father to the man.
    FROM: My Heart Leaps Up, (1802), Poem, UK
• Amanda Craig (1)
  • IN: Hearts and Minds (2009) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: ...among the multitudes Of that huge city, oftentimes was seen Affectingly set forth, more than elsewhere Is possible, the unity of men, One spirit over ignorance and vice Predominant, in good and evil hearts One sense for moral judgements, as one eye For the sun's light...
    FROM: The Prelude, (1850), Poem, UK
• Rozaine Cooray (1)
  • IN: Colours of the Sun (2010) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
    FROM: "My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold", (1807), Poem, UK
• Joseph Connolly (1)
  • IN: This is 64 (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!
    FROM: The French Revolution as It Appeared to Enthusiasts at Its Commencement, (1815), Poem, UK
• Josephine Chia (1)
  • IN: When a Flower Dies (2015) Fiction, Singaporean
    EPIGRAPH: The world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
    FROM: "The World is Too much with us", (1806), Poem, UK
• C. S. Calverley (1)
  • IN: Complete Works (1901) Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: She was a phantom,
    FROM: She was a Phantom of Delight, (1807), Poem, UK
• Kate Douglas Wiggin (1)
  • IN: Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm (1903) Children, American
    EPIGRAPH: Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
    FROM: She Was a Phantom of Delight, (1807), Poem, UK
• Thomas Traherne (1)
  • IN: The Poetical Works of Thomas Traherne (1903) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: "Heaven lies about us in our infancy."
    FROM: Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, (1807), Poem, UK
• Penny Parkes (1)
  • IN: Practice makes Perfect (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Your mind is the garden Your thoughts are the seeds The harvest can either be flowers or weeds
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Paullina Simons (1)
  • IN: The Bronze Horseman (2001) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
    FROM: "Ode on the Intimations of Immortality", (1815), Poem, UK
• John Mortimer (1)
  • IN: Rumpole and the Penge Bungalow Murders (2004) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Will no one tell me what she sings? -- Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago:
    FROM: "The Solitary Reaper", (1807), Poem, UK
• Elizabeth Jolley (1)
  • IN: The Georges' Wife (1993) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: . . . when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, Thy memory be as a dwelling place For all sweet sounds and harmonies;
    FROM: Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour, July 13, 1798, (1798), Poem, UK
• Bobbie Ann Mason (1)
  • IN: The Girl in the Blue Beret (2011) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be young was very heaven!
    FROM: "The Prelude", (1799), Poem, UK
• William Wordsworth (1)
  • IN: Poems, in Two Volumes (1807) Fiction, Poetry, British
    EPIGRAPH: Posterius graviore sono tibi Musa loquetur Nostra: dabunt cum securos mihi tempera fructus.
    FROM: Poems in Two Volumes, (1807), NULL, Italy
• Charles Bucke (1)
  • IN: The Philosophy of Nature (1813) Philosophy, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: -the sounding Cataract, Haunted me like a passion ; the tall Rock, The Mountain, and the deep and gloomy Wood, Their colours and their forms, have been to me An appetite.
    FROM: Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour, July 13, 1798, (1798), Poem, NULL
• Mary Augusta Ward (1)
  • IN: The Testing of Diana Mallory (1908) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Action is transitory -- a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle -- this way, or that -- 'Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed: Suffering is permanent, obscure, and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
    FROM: The Borderers, (1842), Poem, UK
• Mrs. Humphry Ward (1)
  • IN: The Case of Richard Meynell (1911) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear The longest date do melt like frosty rime, That in the morning whitened hill and plain And is no more; drop like the tower sublime Of yesterday, which royally did wear His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain Some casual shout that broke the silent air, Or the unimaginable touch of Time.
    FROM: Mutability, (1822), Poem, NULL
• J. A. Leatherland (1)
  • IN: Essays and poems: with a brief autobiographical memoir (1862) Book, British
    EPIGRAPH: On man, on nature, and on human life, musing in solitude.
    FROM: The Excursion, (1814), Poem, UK