The Doctor's windowCharles Wells Moulton, 1897 - 288 psl. |
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... part to bear . It is good to find that the rôle assigned him in the unfolding scroll of Time is one of ever growing honor and importance . -WILLIAM PEPPER , M. D. IN Preface N MAKING this anthology of medical verse , ii INTRODUCTION.
... part to bear . It is good to find that the rôle assigned him in the unfolding scroll of Time is one of ever growing honor and importance . -WILLIAM PEPPER , M. D. IN Preface N MAKING this anthology of medical verse , ii INTRODUCTION.
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... HONORS That Await the Discoverer IN SURGERY SENT TO A PATIENT , WITH DUCKS Love - MAKING THE GOOD PHYSICIAN . IN A MUSEUM MY UNIFORMed Nurse TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN DOCTOR DAN'S SECRET THE BLUSH .. BEN KING . . 107 110 · Dr. George ...
... HONORS That Await the Discoverer IN SURGERY SENT TO A PATIENT , WITH DUCKS Love - MAKING THE GOOD PHYSICIAN . IN A MUSEUM MY UNIFORMed Nurse TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN DOCTOR DAN'S SECRET THE BLUSH .. BEN KING . . 107 110 · Dr. George ...
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... each he knew . All earnest faith he held as good , The path of honor plain and broad ; His simple creed , best understood , Was duty - unto man and God . Not passing with averted face The wayfarer fallen by the MORITURI SALUTAMUS 37.
... each he knew . All earnest faith he held as good , The path of honor plain and broad ; His simple creed , best understood , Was duty - unto man and God . Not passing with averted face The wayfarer fallen by the MORITURI SALUTAMUS 37.
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... honored rest ; When suddenly a darkness fell , Black as the pall of thickest night , As though some fiend from nether hell Had come between us and God's light . From both its brooding pinions oozed The ghastly dews of pestilence , A ...
... honored rest ; When suddenly a darkness fell , Black as the pall of thickest night , As though some fiend from nether hell Had come between us and God's light . From both its brooding pinions oozed The ghastly dews of pestilence , A ...
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... honored with a station near thy hand ? Ah , scribbling doctor , mine , What better could a bard inherit Than thy pen's power ? What could a healer do one - half so fine As bear thy cheerful , kindly spirit Where Pain rules his dark hour ...
... honored with a station near thy hand ? Ah , scribbling doctor , mine , What better could a bard inherit Than thy pen's power ? What could a healer do one - half so fine As bear thy cheerful , kindly spirit Where Pain rules his dark hour ...
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ailing apex cordis babe bless blister blood Bolus bones breath bright brow calomel Caroline Ingalls chyle country doctor cure dead dear death disease dose draught dream earth ease eyes face fair fame fear feel fever FRANCIS Saltus SaltuS gentle give Gout grace grave hand head healing heart Heaven Hippocrates honor hour jalap kind knew knife light live look mighty mind nerves never night numbers o'er old Doctor old oaken bucket OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once oxymel pain patient physician pills pity pneumogastric nerve poor potions praise quack Rip Van Winkle round shrunken bone sick sigh skill sleep smile soul strife surgeon sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tell thar thee There's thet things thou thought Twas wine
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