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Last updated: March 24th, 2022

- Character Parallels -

Note: Character's parallel is linked in their post. For ex. [Character] x Parallel

Frankenstein

I'm a victim of your power

You were the cause of my destruction

Dracula

You conducted the knife that pushed open the doors of my demise

I'm the prey you couldn't chain down

We await for the day that your love for us will reawaken

Our undead spark was once what it was

- Short Stories -

The Yellow Wallpaper

Poisoning me slowly with your superiority

- Poems -

Sylvia Plath

I’m the lass who lived in fear under your shoe

I am your opus, I am your valuable, the pure gold baby

Marie de France

The lily and the young rose when they appear in the summer are surpassed by her beauty

Love stung him with a spark that burned and set fire to his heart

William Wordsworth

Feelings too of unremembered pleasure

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Instead of the cross, the Albatross about my neck was hung

Lord Byron

One shade the more, one ray the less

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Her tears fell with the dews at even

Robert Browning

The depth and passion of its earnest glance

"She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me."

Pride and Prejudice

"You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever." ― Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

An excerpt from: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

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“To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.”

Pride and Prejudice

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” ― Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

An excerpt from: Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

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“The depth and passion of its earnest glance.”

My Last Duchess

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pandolf’s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will’t please you sit and look at her? [...] She had A heart—how shall I say?— too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace—all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech, Or blush, at least. She thanked men—good! but thanked Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name With anybody’s gift. (ll. 1-5, 21-34) ― “My Last Duchess,” Robert Browning

An excerpt from: “My Last Duchess” by Robert Browning

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“Her tears fell with the dews at even.”

Mariana

With blackest moss the flower-pots Were thickly crusted, one and all; The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the pear to the gable wall. The broken sheds looked sad and strange: Unlifted was the clinking latch; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, “My life is dreary, He cometh not,” she said; She said, “I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!” (ll. 1-12) ― “Mariana,” Alfred, Lord Tennyson

An excerpt from: “Mariana” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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“One shade the more, one ray the less.”

She Walks In Beauty

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! (ll. 13-18) ― “She Walks In Beauty,” Lord Byron

An excerpt from: “She Walks In Beauty” by Lord Byron

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“Instead of the cross, the Albatross about my neck was hung.”

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

“And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow!” (ll. 91-96) ― “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,” Samuel Taylor Coleridge

An excerpt from: “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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“Feelings too of unremembered pleasure.”

Tintern Abbey

[. . .] and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once [. . .]. (ll. 116-120) ― “Tintern Abbey,” William Wordsworth

An excerpt from: “Tintern Abbey” by William Wordsworth

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“The lily and the young rose when they appear in the summer are surpassed by her beauty.”

Lanval

Character: The Fairy Queen

“Lanval,” she said, “sweet love, because of you I have come from my land; I came to seek you from far away. If you are brave and courtly, no emperor or count or king will ever have known such joy or good; for I love you more than anything.” (ll. 110-116) ― The Fairy Queen, “Lanval,” Marie de France

The Fairy Queen x Parallel

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“Love stung him with a spark that burned and set fire to his heart.”

Lanval

Character: Lanval

“Lovely one,” he said, “if it pleased you, if such joy might be mine that you would love me, there is nothing you might command, within my power, that I would not do, whether foolish or wise. I shall obey your command: for you, I shall abandon everyone. I want never to leave you. That is what I most desire.” (ll. 121-130) ― Lanval, “Lanval,” Marie de France

Lanval x Parallel

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“I am your opus, I am your valuable, the pure gold baby.”

Lady Lazarus

Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air. (ll. 79-84)

An excerpt from: “Lady Lazarus” by Sylvia Plath Masterlist

“I’m the lass who lived in fear under your shoe.”

Daddy

Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. (ll. 50-54)

An excerpt from: “Daddy” by Sylvia Plath

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“Our undead spark was once what it was.”

Dracula

Character: Count Dracula

"Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?" ― Count Dracula, Dracula, Bram Stoker

Count Dracula x Parallel

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“We await for the day that your love for us will reawaken.”

Dracula

Characters: The Three Vampire Women

“You yourself never loved; you never love!” ― One of The Three Vampire Women, Dracula, Bram Stoker

The Three Vampire Women x Parallel

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“Poisoning me slowly with your superiority.”

The Yellow Wallpaper

Character: The Narrator

“If a physician of high standing, and one’s own husband, assures friends and relatives that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression—a slight hysterical tendency—what is one to do? . . . So I take phosphates or phosphites—whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden to ‘work’ until I am well again. Personally, I disagree with their ideas . . .” ― The Narrator, The Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Gilman

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“I’m the prey you couldn’t chain down.”

Dracula

Character: Jonathan Harker

“But I am not in heart to describe beauty, for when I had seen the view I explored further; doors, doors, doors everywhere, and all locked and bolted. In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner.” ― Jonathan Harker, Dracula, Bram Stoker

Jonathan Harker x Parallel

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