The Autobiography of Elizabeth Davis: A Balaclava Nurse, Daughter of Dafydd Cadwaladyr
Hurst and Blackett, 1857 - 308 стор.
Primarily an account of foreign travel and of nursing during the Crimean War ; includes criticism of Florence Nightingale.
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Сторінка 109 - Come, Disappointment, come ! Though from Hope's summit hurl'd, Still, rigid nurse, thou art forgiven, For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world : To turn mine eye From vanity, And point to scenes of bliss that never, never die.
Сторінка 142 - Sparkling with midnight splendour from the sky : They bask beneath, the sun's meridian rays, When not a shadow breaks the boundless blaze ; The breath of ocean wanders through their vales In morning breezes and in evening gales : Earth from her lap perennial verdure pours, Ambrosial fruits, and amaranthine flowers ; O'er the wild mountains and luxuriant plains, Nature in all the pomp of beauty reigns, In all the pride of freedom.
Сторінка 142 - Sparkling with midnight splendour from the sky: They bask beneath the sun's meridian rays, When not a shadow breaks the boundless blaze ; The breath of ocean wanders through their vales In morning breezes and in evening gales : Earth from her lap perennial verdure pours, Ambrosial fruits, and amaranthine flowers; O'er the wild mountains and luxuriant plains, Nature in all the pomp of beauty reigns, In all the pride of freedom.
Сторінка 152 - Thus far shalt thou go, and no farther ; and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.
Сторінка 268 - Mountain-forests, river-lands, And a nobler race demands ; And a nobler race arise, Stretch their limbs, unclose their eyes, Claim the earth, and seek the skies. Gliding through Magellan's straits, Where two oceans ope their gates, What a spectacle awaits ! The immense Pacific smiles Round ten thousand little isles, — Haunts of violence and wiles.
Сторінка 284 - Has long since swept from the world away ! In Memory's land waves never a leaf, There never a summer breeze blows, But some long smothered thought of joy or grief Starts up from its...
Сторінка 8 - ... but of late the number is decreased, as the necessity of the week-day schools is superseded by the increase of Sunday schools, and my attention is drawn to the extension of them as wide as possible. The circulating day schools have been the principal means of erecting Sunday schools ; for, without the former, the state of the country was such, that we could not obtain teachers to carry on the latter ; besides, Sunday schools were set up in every place where the day schools had been.
Сторінка 222 - O point these raptures! bid my bosom glow! And lead my soul to ecstasies of praise For all the blessings of my infant days! Bear me through regions where gay Fancy dwells; But mould to Truth's fair form what Memory tells.