Chief Contemporary Dramatists: Twenty Plays from the Recent Drama of England, Ireland, America, Germany, France, Belgium, Norway, Sweden, and Russia (Google eBook)
Thomas Herbert Dickinson
Houghton Mifflin, 1915 - Drama - 676 pages
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Page 203 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.
Page 245 - I was sitting here with Bartley, and he a baby, lying on my two knees, and I seen two women, and three women, and four women coming in, and they crossing themselves, and not saying a word. I looked out then, and there were men coming after them, and they holding a thing in the half of a red sail, and water dripping out of it — it was a dry day, Nora — and leaving a track to the door.
Page 243 - And isn't it a pitiful thing when there is nothing left of a man who was a great rower and fisher, but a bit of an old shirt and a plain stocking?
Page 242 - If it was a hundred horses, or a thousand horses you had itself, what is the price of a thousand horses against a son where there is one son only?
Page 246 - Hartley's feet. They're all together this time, and the end is come. May the Almighty God have mercy on Bartley's soul, and on Michael's soul, and on the souls of Sheamus and Patch, and Stephen and Shawn (bending her head) ; and may He have mercy on my soul, Nora, and on the soul of every one is left living in the world.
Page 243 - Cutting off some of the bread and rolling it in a cloth; to Maurya. Let you go down now to the spring well and give him this and he passing. You'll see him then and the dark word will be broken, and you can say " God speed you," the way he'll be easy in his mind.
Page 245 - I'll have no call now to be going down and getting Holy Water in the dark nights after Samhain, and I won't care what way the sea is when the other women will be keening.
Page 243 - Looking out. She's gone now. Throw it down quickly, for the Lord knows when she'll be out of it again. NORA Getting the bundle from the loft. The young priest said he'd be passing tomorrow, and we might go down and speak to him below if it's Michael's they are surely. CATHLEEN Taking the bundle. Did he say what way they were found? NORA Coming down.
Page 242 - MAURYA (Turning round to the fire, and putting her shawl over her head) Isn't it a hard and cruel man won't hear a word from an old woman, and she holding him from the sea? CATHLEEN It's the life of a young man to be going on the sea, and who would listen to an old woman with one thing and she saying it over?