Poet Lore, Volumen 28Writer's Center, 1917 |
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... JOAN TRENA Her daughters Place - some other town in some other country . Time of day - Sundown . SCENE I Interior of a simple house , —almost peasant - like in appearance . In the back wall are two windows Right and Left of the Center ...
... JOAN TRENA Her daughters Place - some other town in some other country . Time of day - Sundown . SCENE I Interior of a simple house , —almost peasant - like in appearance . In the back wall are two windows Right and Left of the Center ...
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... JOAN's attempt at work is aimless and futile . She looks toward her mother , attempts to smile , as if in sympathy , and then looks down the street . Presently TRENA gives a little sob and as she feels for her hand- kerchief JOAN rises ...
... JOAN's attempt at work is aimless and futile . She looks toward her mother , attempts to smile , as if in sympathy , and then looks down the street . Presently TRENA gives a little sob and as she feels for her hand- kerchief JOAN rises ...
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... Joan rises . ) Trena . - No - he passes on ! It is not - It is not- ( Her voice breaking . ) ( MARNA bows her head , -runs her hands across her hair . JOAN goes quietly up the steps and closes the door . She leads TRENA to the chair by ...
... Joan rises . ) Trena . - No - he passes on ! It is not - It is not- ( Her voice breaking . ) ( MARNA bows her head , -runs her hands across her hair . JOAN goes quietly up the steps and closes the door . She leads TRENA to the chair by ...
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... JOAN's song begins again and continues for a few moments . The light in the street begins to fade . ) Joan . - What is the time , Trena ? ( TRENA moves quietly to the mantelshelf and peers up at the clock . ) Trena . - It's nearly six ...
... JOAN's song begins again and continues for a few moments . The light in the street begins to fade . ) Joan . - What is the time , Trena ? ( TRENA moves quietly to the mantelshelf and peers up at the clock . ) Trena . - It's nearly six ...
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... JOAN and TRENA have turned to watch them . ) Joan . It's only Ilka and her young husband , -she's gone to fetch him home from the field . Marna . - Home- ! Trena . They're two months married now . Joan . - Yes , -two months , -God bless ...
... JOAN and TRENA have turned to watch them . ) Joan . It's only Ilka and her young husband , -she's gone to fetch him home from the field . Marna . - Home- ! Trena . They're two months married now . Joan . - Yes , -two months , -God bless ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 717 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; - all were his! He counted them at break of day And when the sun set where were they?
Página 717 - Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae!
Página 378 - Taste is not only a part and an index of morality — it is the ONLY morality. The first, and last, and closest trial question to any living creature is, "What do you like?" Tell me what you like, and I'll tell you what you are.
Página 718 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star; Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.
Página 560 - He is a person of the most consummate genius, and capable, if he would direct his energies to such an end, of becoming the redeemer of his degraded country. But it is his weakness to be proud: he derives, from a comparison of his own extraordinary mind with the dwarfish intellects that surround him, an intense apprehension of the nothingness of human life.
Página 744 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, "Strive and thrive!" cry "Speed, — fight on, fare ever There as here!
Página 718 - Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime; And leave, if naught so bright may live, All earth can take or heaven can give.
Página 561 - A lovelier toy sweet Nature never made, A serious, subtle, wild, yet gentle being, Graceful without design and unforeseeing, With eyes — Oh speak not of her eyes! — which seem Twin mirrors of Italian Heaven, yet gleam With such deep meaning, as we never see But in the human countenance...
Página 452 - From many times and lands. She waits for each and other, She waits for all men born ; Forgets the earth her mother, The life of fruits and corn...
Página 716 - 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!