epitaph on Ben Jonson's own tomb in Westminster Abbey was splendidly brief: “O rare Ben Jonson!” Epitaphs are often humorous. It is not known whether the epitaph printed below is amusing by design or by accident: Here lie I Martin Elginbrodde: Have mercy on my soul, Lord God, As ...
to hug both the day and the night, the mountain on the left, and the waterfall on the right. I would have to retain you once and for all. Here, between the mountain and the waterfall. VIII. I am sitting at the table, writing my own epitaph. The parchment is pressed by a piece o...
In conclusion, "Epitaph on a Pessimist" is a powerful meditation on the nature of pessimism and its impact on human life. The poem's structure is simple and unadorned, reflecting the poem's theme of pessimism and the brevity of life. The poem's irony is a reflection of Hardy's own vie...
The epitaph on author Edgar Allen Poe’s gravestone comes from arguably his most famous poem, “The Raven.” This line, Quoth the raven, ‘Nevermore’ is repeated often throughout the poem and serves to give a sense of the finality of death. There is also something a bit spooky and got...
by some sight or sound, Some glance, some phrase, some trick of memory’s ways which brings me to mind, then I shall wait, eager with hope, perhaps to hear –“how great if he were with us still!” And then at the end, all that I wish for is just –“he was my friend!” ...
You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen) Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men. NOTES LXXXI. Self-depreciation here takes another form. Shakespeare himself must die and his personality be forgotten. Nevertheless his verse will be an enduring monument to his friend, whose...
To touch the soul of another human being is to walk on holy ground. (Stephen R. Covey) The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched, but are felt in the heart. (Helen Keller) Remember friend as you pass by ...
“I honestly thought she was going to cry when we explained to her she’d have to pay for each ZIP code,” my friend said. Debbie was not a journalism major. She wasn’t a business major, either. To wit, she leased an office downtown for a business you could run sitting up in ...