<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523212" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wounded</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou canst not wish to live,' the surgeon said.<br>He clutched him, as a soul thrust forth from bliss<br>Clings to the ledge of Heaven! 'Would'st thou keep this<br>Poor branchless trunk?' 'But she would lean my head<br>Upon her breast; oh, let me live!' 'Be wise.'<br>'I could be very happy; both these eyes<br>Are left me; I should see her; she would kiss<br>My forehead: only let me live.'-He dies<br>Even in the passionate prayer. 'Good Doctor, say<br>If thou canst give more than another day<br>Of life?' 'I think there may be hope.' 'Pass on.<br>I will not buy it with some widow's son!'<br>'Help,' 'help,' 'help,' 'help!' 'God curse thee!' 'Doctor, stay,<br>Yon Frenchman went down earlier in the day.'</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=523212" data-title="The Wounded de Sydney Thompson Dobell" data-description="'Thou canst not wish to live,' the surgeon said. He clutched him, as a soul thrust forth from bliss Clings to the ledge of Heaven! 'Would'st thou keep this Poor branchless trunk?' 'But she would lean my head Upon her breast; oh, let me live!' 'Be ..."></div> </div> </div>

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