The Doctor's windowCharles Wells Moulton, 1897 - 288 psl. |
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... looks through a window at the stream of life hurrying along some great thoroughfare , all its phases and aspects . Through the ages from the early dawn of human existence the Medicine Man has pursued his strange yet sacred calling ...
... looks through a window at the stream of life hurrying along some great thoroughfare , all its phases and aspects . Through the ages from the early dawn of human existence the Medicine Man has pursued his strange yet sacred calling ...
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... look Pleased for a meager minute ; You closed it now , for , out of sight , Some warning finger beckoned ; EXEUNT both to left and right ; - Thus ended Act the Second . ACT THE THIRD R so it proved . For while I still Believed them gone ...
... look Pleased for a meager minute ; You closed it now , for , out of sight , Some warning finger beckoned ; EXEUNT both to left and right ; - Thus ended Act the Second . ACT THE THIRD R so it proved . For while I still Believed them gone ...
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The girl stood silent , with a look Too subtle to unravel , Then , with a sudden gesture took The torn doll from the gravel ; Hid the whole face , with one caress , Under the garden - bonnet , And , passing in , I saw her press Kiss ...
The girl stood silent , with a look Too subtle to unravel , Then , with a sudden gesture took The torn doll from the gravel ; Hid the whole face , with one caress , Under the garden - bonnet , And , passing in , I saw her press Kiss ...
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... look ; Long rows of lectures dull and dry , In mummied state there let them lie Farewell , proud Arthur's Seat , where oft With bouyant heart I stood aloft , And through the broad sun's crimson glow , Looked on the old gray town below ...
... look ; Long rows of lectures dull and dry , In mummied state there let them lie Farewell , proud Arthur's Seat , where oft With bouyant heart I stood aloft , And through the broad sun's crimson glow , Looked on the old gray town below ...
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Whatever changes there may greet your eyes , Let not your looks proclaim the least surprise ; It's not your business by ... look , each movement , every word and tone Should tell your patient you are all his own ; Not the mere artist ...
Whatever changes there may greet your eyes , Let not your looks proclaim the least surprise ; It's not your business by ... look , each movement , every word and tone Should tell your patient you are all his own ; Not the mere artist ...
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