How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.
Meaning of the quote
This quote suggests that hospitals can provide a sense of community and support for people who may feel alone or isolated in their everyday lives. Elizabeth Barrett Browning is saying that many people who are struggling or feeling lost have found comfort and a sense of belonging when they are in a hospital setting, surrounded by others who are also going through difficult times. The hospital can become a place where people learn the importance of caring for one another and finding fellowship, even in the midst of their challenges.
About Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning was an English poet who lived during the Victorian era. She was a prolific writer, publishing several acclaimed collections of poetry, and her work helped influence reforms in child labor legislation. Her courtship and marriage to fellow poet Robert Browning was carried out in secret, and the couple later moved to Italy, where Elizabeth lived until her death in 1861.
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