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The function of this quote is to use imagery to appeal to the readers senses.

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It doesn't seem like the author is using the word pathetic in a negative way.  Pathetic in this sense means insignificant, but also pure. Albeit small, the moth knows its place in the universe and carries it out with

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This creates a depressed frame of mind and coneys the fact that death is inevitable.

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"His zest in enjoying his meager opportunities to the full, pathetic.

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"With his narrow hay-colored wings, fringed with a tassel of the same color, seem to be content with life."

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The author's tone in this passage demonstrates how she is amazed and in awe by the energy exerted by the moth to try and die with some sense of class.

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"But, as I stretched out a pencil, meaning to help him to right himself, it came over me that the failure and awkwardness were the approach of death," (line 56-58.

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"As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wander."

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The word "inspired" really showed how relentless the moth really is to get in.

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This quotation provides the reader with a reminder to embrace the simplicity of the nature of life amidst all the hustle and bustle of our everyday world. Like the moth, we should strive to live with vigor and passion devoid of the approval of others.

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The quote uses imagery to show the struggle of death. Not just of a moth that grew old, but the same with a human who has too grown old and what happens on the last  few moments of their lives, but also the first few moments of their death.

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The use of commas and the use of the word but to start out this sentence creates a connotation that shows you something is "up." The sentence is elongated to create a depressed state of mind that creates a sad effect.

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"The same energy which inspired the rooks, the ploughmen, the horses, and even, it seemed, the lean bare-backed downs, sent the moth fluttering from side to side of his square window pane."

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"I lifted the pencil again, useless though I knew it to be. But even as I did so, the unmistakable tokens of death showed themselves. The body relaxed and instantly grew stiff. The struggle was over"

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"What he could do he did. Watching him, it seemed as if a fiber, very thin but pure, of the enormous energy of the world had been thrust into his frail and diminutive body.

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The moth is very relentless and is inspired by the same thing that inspired the ploughmen, horses, and rooks.

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"It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life anmd decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zigzagging to show us the true nature of life."

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"O yes, he seemed to say, death is stronger than I am," (line 82).

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She uses,"the masses of human beings" to describe the power death has over everything. and no matter how hard we try we will die.

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Everything has a contagious energy that excites every creature on earth to its duties, large or small.

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Essentially, death is inevitable.

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While  in life just minutes  ago the moth was struggling just to fly, while in  death he seems to be extremely calm and ready. He has accepted that he's ready to die after the good fight he's been putting up to survive.

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"The same energy that inspired the rooks, the plowmen, the horses, and even it seemed, the lean, bare-backed downs, sent the moth fluttering from side to side from his square of the window pane."

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"One could only watch the extraordinary efforts by those tiny legs against an oncoming doom which could, had it chosen, have submerged an entire city, not merely a city, but masses a human beings; nothing, I knew, had any chance against death."

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"The same energy which inspired the rooks, the ploughmen, the horses, and even, it seemed, the lean bare-backced downs, sent the moth fluttering from side to side of his square window pane."

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The moth was struggling to go on and persevere.

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"Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was now as strange. The moth having righted itself now lay most decently and uncomplainingly composed. O yes, he seemed to say, death is stronger than I am."

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One of the major themes of this passage is that the moth represents far more than just a moth. Also, death is more powerful than anything

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"One could only watch the extraordinary efforts made by those tiny legs against an oncoming doom which could,had it chosen, have submerged an entire city, not merely a city, but masses of human beings; nothing, I knew, had any chance against death."

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"The helplessness of his attitude roused me. it flashed upon me that he was in difficulties; he could no longer raise himself."

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The use of the word "hybrid," coupled with the comparison to the butterfly and nocturnal moth, characterize the day-moth as a sort of misfit, or outcast.

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"hybrid creatures, neither gay like butterflies nor somber like their own species" (line 4)

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A day-moth isn't really a moth because it doesn't evoke any particular emotion in us. We don't care about it, whereas a nocturnal moth, flying at night, evokes this "pleasant sense" in us.

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"Moths that fly by day are not properly to be called moths; they do not excite that pleasant sense of dark autumn nights and ivy-blossom which the commonest yellow-underwing asleep in the shadow of the curtain never fails to rouse in us.