Florence Nightingale, the Angel of the Crimea: A Story for Young PeopleD. Appleton, 1909 - 167 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alma River angel Anthony Babington asked Balaklava Barrack Hospital battle of Inkerman beautiful blessed Bosporus called CHAPTER cheerful Cloth comfort Crimea deaconess Dethick devoted dolls door dreadful dressed dying Embley Park England English everything eyes face fever Florence Night Florence Nightingale Florence's football friends girl give hands heard heart Herbert hundred ingale Kaiserswerth kind kitchen knew lady Lady-in-Chief Lea Hall Lea Hurst light looked Lord Raglan Louisa May Alcott McDonald Miss Florence Miss Night Miss Nightingale never noble nurses opened pain passed patients pital poor Queen quietly Red Tape rode round says Scutari Sebastopol sick and wounded Singing Sisters of Mercy smile snow soldiers soon Soyer story suffering surgeon tell terrible things thought to-day told Tooley trenches Wingfield Manor winter woman women wonderful words wrote young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 54 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death, Rode the six hundred. ' Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns ! ' he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Seite 98 - WHENE'ER a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls Into our inmost being rolls, And lifts us unawares Out of all meaner cares.
Seite 54 - Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them...
Seite 55 - Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell, Rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air, Sab'ring the gunners there...
Seite 120 - She would speak to one and nod and smile to as many more ; but she could not do it to all, you know. We lay there by hundreds ; but we could kiss her shadow as it fell, and lay our heads on the pillow again, content.
Seite 55 - Then they rode back, but not — Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered: Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, — All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!
Seite 29 - He neither shall be born in housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, but in an ox's stall. 'He neither shall be clothed in purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen, as were babies all. 'He neither shall be rocked in silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle, that rocks on the mould.
Seite 110 - ministering angel' without any exaggeration, in these hospitals; and as her slender form glides quietly along each corridor, every poor fellow's face softens with gratitude at the sight of her. When all the medical officers have retired for the night, and silence and darkness have settled down upon those miles of prostrate sick, she may be observed alone, with a little lamp in her hand making her solitary rounds.
Seite 114 - Hungry was the air around them, Hungry was the sky above them, And the hungry stars in heaven Like the eyes of wolves glared at them!
Seite 114 - Fell the snow o'er all the landscape, Fell the covering snow, and drifted Through the forest, round the village. Hardly from his buried wigwam Could the hunter force a passage...