In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer... The Cornhill Magazine - Seite 461herausgegeben von - 1898Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| 1911 - 668 Seiten
...whose words or deeds Thus help us in our daily needs. And by their overflow Raise us from what is low! Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army...The starved and frozen camp — The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors The cold and stony floors. Lo! in... | |
| Susan Bivin Aller - 2007 - 52 Seiten
...some lines from the poem. Honor to those whose words or deeds Thus help us in our daily needs . . . Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army...The starved and frozen camp,— The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo!... | |
| 1858 - 1016 Seiten
...whose words or deeds Thus help us in our daily needs, And by their overflow Raise us from what is low ! Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army...starved and frozen camp, — The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Ix>... | |
| 1857 - 922 Seiten
[ Der Inhalt dieser Seite ist beschränkt. ] | |
| Charles Bullock - 1885 - 298 Seiten
...for ever enshrined her memory. Her work of nursing was, you will remember, commenced in the Crimea. " The wounded from the battle plain, In dreary hospitals...cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. " Lo, in that house of misery, A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from... | |
| Joseph Johnson - 1890 - 306 Seiten
[ Der Inhalt dieser Seite ist beschränkt. ] | |
| 1919 - 490 Seiten
...the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp, The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from room... | |
| |