<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Army Surgeon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over that breathing waste of friends and foes,<br>The wounded and the dying, hour by hour,-<br>In will a thousand, yet but one in power,-<br>He labours thro' the red and groaning day.<br>The fearful moorland where the myriads lay<br>Moved as a moving field of mangled worms.<br>And as a raw brood, orphaned in the storms,<br>Thrust up their heads if the wind bend a spray<br>Above them, but when the bare branch performs<br>No sweet parental office, sink away<br>With hopeless chirp of woe, so as he goes<br>Around his feet in clamorous agony<br>They rise and fall; and all the seething plain<br>Bubbles a cauldron vast of many-coloured pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sydney+Thompson+Dobell">Sydney Thompson Dobell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523192" data-title="The Army Surgeon de Sydney Thompson Dobell" data-description="Over that breathing waste of friends and foes, The wounded and the dying, hour by hour,- In will a thousand, yet but one in power,- He labours thro' the red and groaning day. The fearful moorland where the myriads lay Moved as a moving field of ma..."></div> </div> </div>

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