Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Acknowledgements
- Permissions
- Introduction: ‘Slow Tide on Tide of History’: Poetry by Women in Ireland, 1870–1970
- A Note on the Texts
- Elizabeth Varian (1821–1851–1896)
- Watch and Wait
- Never Forsake the Ship
- Under the Bridge
- In the Workhouse
- ‘Give Peace in Our Time, O Lord!’
- Our Common Cause
- My Sisters
- Emily Hickey (1845–1881–1924)
- Katharine Tynan (1858–1885–1931)
- Dora Sigerson Shorter (1866–1893–1918)
- Eva Gore-Booth (1870–1898–1926)
- Emily Lawless (1845–1902–1913)
- Susan L. Mitchell (1866–1906–1926)
- Alice Milligan (1866–1908–1953)
- Winifred M. Letts (1881–1913–1972)
- Eileen Shanahan (1901–[1921]–1979)
- Mary Devenport O'Neill (1879–1929–1967)
- Blanaid Salkeld (1880–1933–1959)
- Sheila Wingfield (1906–1938–1992)
- Freda Laughton (1907–1945–?)
- Rhoda Coghill 1903–1948–2000
- Appendix 1: Irish Women Poets 1870–1970
- Appendix 2: Chronology
- Select Bibliography
- Index of Titles and First Lines
My Sisters
from Elizabeth Varian (1821–1851–1896)
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Contents
- Acknowledgements
- Permissions
- Introduction: ‘Slow Tide on Tide of History’: Poetry by Women in Ireland, 1870–1970
- A Note on the Texts
- Elizabeth Varian (1821–1851–1896)
- Watch and Wait
- Never Forsake the Ship
- Under the Bridge
- In the Workhouse
- ‘Give Peace in Our Time, O Lord!’
- Our Common Cause
- My Sisters
- Emily Hickey (1845–1881–1924)
- Katharine Tynan (1858–1885–1931)
- Dora Sigerson Shorter (1866–1893–1918)
- Eva Gore-Booth (1870–1898–1926)
- Emily Lawless (1845–1902–1913)
- Susan L. Mitchell (1866–1906–1926)
- Alice Milligan (1866–1908–1953)
- Winifred M. Letts (1881–1913–1972)
- Eileen Shanahan (1901–[1921]–1979)
- Mary Devenport O'Neill (1879–1929–1967)
- Blanaid Salkeld (1880–1933–1959)
- Sheila Wingfield (1906–1938–1992)
- Freda Laughton (1907–1945–?)
- Rhoda Coghill 1903–1948–2000
- Appendix 1: Irish Women Poets 1870–1970
- Appendix 2: Chronology
- Select Bibliography
- Index of Titles and First Lines
Summary
Wearied already by the panting march,
Falling behind or loitering by the way,
To rest in idleness ‘mong the glowing flowers?
Nay, sisters mine, not slander's envious tongue,
Nor ridicule's cold sneer can lure you back.
Counting the cost before one stone was laid,
So was the work of Nationhood begun,
Not in light mood, with heedless, laughing guise,
And purpose fickle as the wanton wind.
So has the temple of our hopes progressed,
Despite defeat, and bitter loss and pain,
Leaving the spirit bankrupt in despair!
Oh never be it said that pleasure's gleam
Could blind your vision to that purer ray,
The quenchless light of sacrificing love—
It is no tournament you meet to grace,
Where rival tilters wrestle for your smiles,
No shower of roses from your white hands fall,
Crowning the victor in the stirring fray,
No prancing palfrey in rich cloth of gold,
Bears the fleet horseman through the crowded list
In mimic warfare, whilst the hurrying clash
Of battle music cleaves the perfumed air!
Not idle gazers of the painted show,
Spectators round the arena, dallying there
With jewelled fan, or garland of rich gems,
Raining soft glances and coquettish smiles.
It is no mocking tournay you must grace,
Strong men are battling for a Nation's life,
Tilting with error, wrestling for the truth,
Unhorsing rampant tyranny and fraud—
Their meed4—a summer flower, and witching smile,
Nay, rather valiant words, and loving deeds,
And gentlest courage—turning not aside
When the stern conflict wages hotter still!
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- Poetry by Women in IrelandA Critical Anthology 1870–1970, pp. 68 - 69Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2012