"

Matthew Gregory Lewis was an English novelist, dramatist, poet, translator, and politician, born in London on 9 July 1775.

Educated at Westminster School and Christ Church, Lewis went on to work as a diplomat and also served as a politician. He was the owner of an estate in Jamaica, a role that occupied a notable part of his later life. His novel The Monk brought him such lasting public association with the work that he became widely referred to as "Monk" Lewis, a nickname that followed him throughout his career. He wrote in English and also worked as a translator, extending his literary output across multiple forms, including poetry and drama.

Lewis died on 14 May 1818 in the Atlantic Ocean. His career as a writer placed him firmly within the tradition of Gothic literature and the Gothic novel, and it is through this Gothic mode — spanning fiction, drama, and verse — that his body of work is situated and discussed.

Quotes by Matthew Gregory Lewis

It is not the Woman’s beauty that fills me with such enthusiasm; It is the Painter’s skill that I admire, it is the Divinity that I adore! Are not the passions dead in my bosom? Have.
"
It is not the Woman’s beauty that fills me with such enthusiasm; It is the Painter’s skill that I admire, it is the Divinity that I adore! Are not the passions dead in my bosom? Have.
Though still unconscious how extensive was its influence, He dreaded the melodious seduction of her voice.
"
Though still unconscious how extensive was its influence, He dreaded the melodious seduction of her voice.
In my veins while blood shall roll, Thou art mine! I am thine! Thine my body! Thine my soul!
"
In my veins while blood shall roll, Thou art mine! I am thine! Thine my body! Thine my soul!
Weep, Daughter, weep, and moisten your bread with your tears: God knows that you have ample cause for sorrow!
"
Weep, Daughter, weep, and moisten your bread with your tears: God knows that you have ample cause for sorrow!
The critic Thomas-James Mathias, for instance, compared The Monk with John Cleland’s Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure – ‘Another Cleland.
"
The critic Thomas-James Mathias, for instance, compared The Monk with John Cleland’s Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure – ‘Another Cleland.
You are the destroyer of my Soul; You are my Murderer, and on you fall the curse of my death and my unborn Infant’s! Insolent in your yet-unshaken virtue, you disdained the prayers of a Penitent; But.
"
You are the destroyer of my Soul; You are my Murderer, and on you fall the curse of my death and my unborn Infant’s! Insolent in your yet-unshaken virtue, you disdained the prayers of a Penitent; But.
I have no Friend in the world, and from the restlessness of my destiny I never can acquire one. Fain.
"
I have no Friend in the world, and from the restlessness of my destiny I never can acquire one. Fain.
Even at this moment I lament his loss, though ’tis to him that I owe all the miseries of my existence.
"
Even at this moment I lament his loss, though ’tis to him that I owe all the miseries of my existence.
She was wise enough to hold her tongue. As this is the only instance known of a Woman’s ever having done so, it was judged worthy to be recorded here.
"
She was wise enough to hold her tongue. As this is the only instance known of a Woman’s ever having done so, it was judged worthy to be recorded here.
He shuddered at the void which her absence would leave in his bosom. He.
"
He shuddered at the void which her absence would leave in his bosom. He.
Showing 1 to 10 of 81 results