第167章 I.
- The Lady of the Shroud
- Bram Stoker
- 138字
- 2016-01-18 18:40:03
The sun, awakening, through the smoky air Of the dark city casts a sullen glance, Rousing each caitiff to his task of care, Of sinful man the sad inheritance;Summoning revellers from the lagging dance, Scaring the prowling robber to his den;Gilding on battled tower the warder's lance, And warning student pale to leave his pen, And yield his drowsy eyes to the kind nurse of men.
What various scenes, and O, what scenes of woe, Are witnessed by that red and struggling beam!
The fevered patient, from his pallet low, Through crowded hospital beholds it stream;The ruined maiden trembles at its gleam, The debtor wakes to thought of gyve and jail, 'The love-lore wretch starts from tormenting dream:
The wakeful mother, by the glimmering pale, Trims her sick infant's couch, and soothes his feeble wail
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