The Life of Florence Nightingale v. 1, 第 1 巻

Macmillan, 1914



262 ページ - Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
27 ページ - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work; a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it...
127 ページ - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
1 ページ - I go to prove my soul ! I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive ! what time, what circuit first, I ask not : but unless God send his hail Or blinding fireballs, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive : He guides me and the bird. In his good time ! Mich.
459 ページ - Others apart sat on a hill retired, In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost...
289 ページ - I go in the rain, and, more than needs, A rope cuts both my wrists behind; And I think, by the feel, my forehead bleeds, For they fling, whoever has a mind, Stones at me for my year's misdeeds. VI. Thus I entered, and thus I go! In triumphs, people have dropped down dead. "Paid by the world, what dost thou owe "Me?
395 ページ - It may seem a strange principle to enunciate as the very first requirement in a Hospital that it should do the sick no harm.
129 ページ - Yes, and in the days far onward, when we all are cold as those, Who beneath thy vines and willows on their hero-beds repose — Thou on England's banners blazoned with the famous fields of old, Shalt, where other fields are winning, wave above the brave and bold : And our sons unborn shall nerve them for some great deed to be done, By that twentieth of September, when the Alma's heights were won.
88 ページ - The only happiness a brave man ever troubled himself with asking much about was happiness enough to get his work done. Not "I can't eat!" but "I can't work!" that was the burden of all wise complaining among men. It is, after all, the one unhappiness of a man, That he cannot work; that he cannot get his destiny as a man fulfilled. Behold, the day is passing swiftly over, our life is passing swiftly over...
300 ページ - She had no party to defend, no officials to shield, no susceptibilities to consider. She had nothing to gain, nothing to lose, nothing to fear. She stood only for a cause ; and, come what might, she was resolved to fling every power of mind and body into it. Among her private notes of 1856 I find this : " I stand at the altar of the murdered men, and, while I live, I fight their cause.