The Doctor's Window: Poems by the Doctor, for the Doctor, and about the DoctorIna Russelle Warren C.W. Moulton, 1897 - 288 psl. |
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... door's " garden , that is— To speak correctly - through its tall Surmounting fence of lattice , Peeped a boy's face , with curling hair , Ripe lips , half drawn asunder , And round , bright eyes , that wore a stare Of frankest childish ...
... door's " garden , that is— To speak correctly - through its tall Surmounting fence of lattice , Peeped a boy's face , with curling hair , Ripe lips , half drawn asunder , And round , bright eyes , that wore a stare Of frankest childish ...
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... door ; For with coverlet of blackness on his portly figure spread , Lies the grim old country doctor , in a massive oaken bed . Lies the fierce old country doctor , Lies the kind old country doctor , Whom the populace considered with a ...
... door ; For with coverlet of blackness on his portly figure spread , Lies the grim old country doctor , in a massive oaken bed . Lies the fierce old country doctor , Lies the kind old country doctor , Whom the populace considered with a ...
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... doors close noiselessly , And doctors hurry along the street ; When the bleak north winds at the gables beat , And the flaky noon of the night is nigh , And the reveler's laugh grows obsolete , Then Death , white Death , is a - driving ...
... doors close noiselessly , And doctors hurry along the street ; When the bleak north winds at the gables beat , And the flaky noon of the night is nigh , And the reveler's laugh grows obsolete , Then Death , white Death , is a - driving ...
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... door ? ' Tis he who ran into the night , And with him are two more : One is the famous Doctor Searle , The other , Dr. Gore . I thought I heard a little groan , — But no , it cannot be , For look ! within the study there My grandsire ...
... door ? ' Tis he who ran into the night , And with him are two more : One is the famous Doctor Searle , The other , Dr. Gore . I thought I heard a little groan , — But no , it cannot be , For look ! within the study there My grandsire ...
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... door A name that the people had never before Seen . The doctor was upright and stiff as a wall , Remarkably bony , uncommonly tall , And lean . Now into this house from a wagon was brought , Whilst a crowd gathered staring , a monstrous ...
... door A name that the people had never before Seen . The doctor was upright and stiff as a wall , Remarkably bony , uncommonly tall , And lean . Now into this house from a wagon was brought , Whilst a crowd gathered staring , a monstrous ...
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ailing ARTE MEDENDI AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM bless blister blood Bolus bones bright Calomel chyle country doctor cure dead dear death disease Doctor Bonomi Doctor Munroe DOCTOR'S WINDOW dose dream eyes face fair fame fear fever FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS gave gentle give Gout grave hand head healing heart honor hour jalap knew knife learned life's light lips live look Marshal Saxe medicine mighty nerves never night numbers o'er old Doctor old oaken bucket OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once oxymel pain pale patient physician pills pity pneumogastric nerve poor praise pulse quack Rip Van Winkle round sick sigh skill sleep smile soul strife surgeon sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tell thar thee There's thet things thou thought Tol de rol Twas
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