Ben Casey

Season 3 Episode 17

The Light that Loses, the Night that Wins

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Aired Monday 10:00 PM Jan 01, 1964 on ABC
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The Light that Loses, the Night that Wins
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A neurosurgeon is tormented by self-doubt and a recurring nightmare.

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    Ben Piazza

    Ben Piazza

    Dr. Mike Rogers

    Jim McMullan

    Jim McMullan

    Dr. Terry McDaniel

    Franchot Tone

    Franchot Tone

    Dr. Daniel Niles Freeland

    Stella Stevens

    Stella Stevens

    Jane Hancock

    Jeanne Bates

    Jeanne Bates

    Nurse Wills

    Marlyn Mason

    Marlyn Mason

    Sally Welden

    Dana Andrews

    Dana Andrews

    Dr. Ernest Farrow

    Guest Star

    Peggy McCay

    Peggy McCay

    Doris Farrow

    Guest Star

    Lillian Adams

    Lillian Adams

    Mrs. Keller

    Guest Star

    Don Spruance

    Don Spruance

    Dr. Robert Ward

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    • TRIVIA (1)

      • 'Atalanta'

        When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
        The mother of months in meadow or plain
        Fills the shadows and windy places
        With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain;
        And the brown bright nightingale amorous
        Is half assuaged for Itylus,
        For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces.
        The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.

        Come with bows bent and with emptying of quivers,
        Maiden most perfect, lady of light,
        With a noise of winds and many rivers,
        With a clamour of waters, and with might;
        Bind on thy sandals, O thou most fleet,
        Over the splendour and speed of thy feet;
        For the faint east quickens, the wan west shivers,
        Round the feet of the day and the feet of the night.

        Where shall we find her, how shall we sing to her,
        Fold our hands round her knees, and cling?
        O that man's heart were as fire and could spring to her,
        Fire, or the strength of the streams that spring!
        For the stars and the winds are unto her
        As raiment, as songs of the harp-player;
        For the risen stars and the fallen cling to her,
        And the southwest-wind and the west-wind sing.

        For winter's rains and ruins are over,
        And all the season of snows and sins;
        The days dividing lover and lover,
        The light that loses, the night that wins;
        And time remember'd is grief forgotten,
        And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
        And in green underwood and cover
        Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

        The full streams feed on flower of rushes,
        Ripe grasses trammel a travelling foot,
        The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes
        From leaf to flower and flower to fruit;
        And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire,
        And the oat is heard above the lyre,
        And the hoofed heel of a satyr crushes
        The chestnut-husk at the chestnut-root.

        And Pan by noon and Bacchus by night,
        Fleeter of foot than the fleet-foot kid,
        Follows with dancing and fills with delight
        The Maenad and the Bassarid;
        And soft as lips that laugh and hide
        The laughing leaves of the trees divide,
        And screen from seeing and leave in sight
        The god pursuing, the maiden hid.

        The ivy falls with the Bacchanal's hair
        Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes;
        The wild vine slipping down leaves bare
        Her bright breast shortening into sighs;
        The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves,
        But the berried ivy catches and cleaves
        To the limbs that glitter, the feet that scare
        The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies.

        Algernon Charles Swinburne

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    • ALLUSIONS (1)

      • For winter's rains and ruins are over,
        And all the season of snows and sins;
        The days dividing lover and lover,
        The light that loses, the night that wins.

        Swinburne, Atalanta

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