The Doctor's windowCharles Wells Moulton, 1897 - 288 psl. |
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... " With new effects and dresses . " Small , lonely , " three - pair - backs " behold , Today , Alcestis dying ; Today , in farthest Polar cold , Ulysses ' bones are lying ; Still in one s morning " Times " one reads 10 THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW.
... " With new effects and dresses . " Small , lonely , " three - pair - backs " behold , Today , Alcestis dying ; Today , in farthest Polar cold , Ulysses ' bones are lying ; Still in one s morning " Times " one reads 10 THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW.
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... ring Doc made o ' sealin ' - wax and bone ! An ' glued a fiddle onc't fer me - jes ' all so busted you ' D a - throwed the thing away , but HE fixed her as good as new ! And take Doc , now , in AIGGER , say DOC SIFERS 25 25.
... ring Doc made o ' sealin ' - wax and bone ! An ' glued a fiddle onc't fer me - jes ' all so busted you ' D a - throwed the thing away , but HE fixed her as good as new ! And take Doc , now , in AIGGER , say DOC SIFERS 25 25.
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... bones pierced through their skin ; Their liver all one scirrhus , and the frame Poisoned with evils which they dare not name ; Men who spent all upon physicians ' fees , Who never slept , nor had a moment's ease , Are now as roaches ...
... bones pierced through their skin ; Their liver all one scirrhus , and the frame Poisoned with evils which they dare not name ; Men who spent all upon physicians ' fees , Who never slept , nor had a moment's ease , Are now as roaches ...
115 psl.
... bones , good as new , Ticketed 46 Number two Hundred and twenty . " Reason reigned in this skull ; Now all its power is null , Flashed once these sockets dull With passionate tremor . He was a man like us , This bony incubus , This was ...
... bones , good as new , Ticketed 46 Number two Hundred and twenty . " Reason reigned in this skull ; Now all its power is null , Flashed once these sockets dull With passionate tremor . He was a man like us , This bony incubus , This was ...
120 psl.
... takes , And slender trains of twisting fibres makes : And how the viscous seeks a closer tone , By just degrees to harden into bone ; While the more loose flow from the vital urn , 120 THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW THE DISPENSARY.
... takes , And slender trains of twisting fibres makes : And how the viscous seeks a closer tone , By just degrees to harden into bone ; While the more loose flow from the vital urn , 120 THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW THE DISPENSARY.
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