Experiences of an English Sister of Mercy

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Smith, Elder, 1862 - 234 pagine
 

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Pagina 77 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Pagina 76 - 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 !
Pagina 76 - 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 Volley'd and thunder'd.
Pagina 77 - Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro...
Pagina 77 - Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' 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 wonder'd. Honour the charge they made ! Honour the Light Brigade, - Noble six hundred ! ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION.
Pagina 129 - How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God; this is the gate of heaven.
Pagina 88 - Oft in Life's stillest shade reclining, In Desolation unrepining, Without a hope on earth to find A mirror in an answering mind, Meek souls there are, who little dream Their daily strife an Angel's theme, Or that the rod they take so calm, Shall prove in Heaven a martyr's palm.
Pagina 88 - And, with light in her looks, she entered the chambers of sickness. Noiselessly moved about the assiduous, careful attendants, Moistening the feverish lip, and the aching brow, and in silence Closing the sightless eyes of the dead, and concealing their faces, Where on their pallets they lay, like drifts of snow by the roadside.
Pagina 1 - Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might," and her bodily weakness is ignored.

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