ReflectionsThe Pathos of Death The pathos of death is this, that when the days of one’s life are ended,… By William James
PoetryA Woman and Her Dead Husband Ah stern cold man,How can you lie so relentless hardWhile I wash you… By D. H. Lawrence
ProseA Veiled Stranger Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the… By Victor Hugo
ProseThe Dream of a Curious Man Do you know, as I do, how suffering can be savoured, And do you make… By Charles Baudelaire
QuotationsI Am Dying Severn—I—lift me up, for I am dying. I shall die easy. Don’t be frightened! Thank… By John Keats
ProseThe Funeral “Haul in the chains! Let the carcase go astern!” The vast tackles have now done… By Herman Melville
ProseThe Sphynx A short space elapsed, and up into this noiselessness came Ahab alone from his cabin.… By Herman Melville
Poetry“The day is past and gone” The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear, O may I ever keep… By John Leland
PoetryFootsteps of Angels When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the… By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
