ReflectionsMan is a Shadow In what a kind of uncertainty do we live, when a man rises from his… By Gerolamo Cardano
ReflectionsHow Can He Be Happy That Never Felt Grief? Among advantages which adversity has, this is not the least, that, a man’s misfortunate days… By Gerolamo Cardano
PoetryThe Slave’s Dream Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare,… By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
PoetryAt Even Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping. Hush, ye winds, that are full of… By Frederic Manning
PoetryNever Despair “These lines were sent to me by William Smith O’Brien, the evening of Monday, October… By William Smith O’Brien