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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... head suddenly Thrust through the budding myrtle.— Fled in dismay . A moment's space , The eyes looked almost tragic ; Then , when they caught my watching face . Vanished as if by magic ; And , like some somber thing beguiled To strange ...
... head suddenly Thrust through the budding myrtle.— Fled in dismay . A moment's space , The eyes looked almost tragic ; Then , when they caught my watching face . Vanished as if by magic ; And , like some somber thing beguiled To strange ...
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... head , 44 Flushed , while the round mouth pouted , · Give Tom a kiss , " the red lips said , In style the most undoubted . The girl came back without a thought , Dear Muse of Mayfair , pardon , If more restraint had not been taught In ...
... head , 44 Flushed , while the round mouth pouted , · Give Tom a kiss , " the red lips said , In style the most undoubted . The girl came back without a thought , Dear Muse of Mayfair , pardon , If more restraint had not been taught In ...
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... head , Give the fresh draught to cool the lips that burn , Fan the hot brow , the weary frame to turn , - KINDNESS , untutored by our grave M. D.'s , But Nature's graduate , when she schools to please , Wins back more sufferers with her ...
... head , Give the fresh draught to cool the lips that burn , Fan the hot brow , the weary frame to turn , - KINDNESS , untutored by our grave M. D.'s , But Nature's graduate , when she schools to please , Wins back more sufferers with her ...
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... heads or more , Now the spacious pews are crowded from the pulpit to the 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 ...
... heads or more , Now the spacious pews are crowded from the pulpit to the 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 ...
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... head ! — First had this doctor , what's - his - name , from Puddlesburg ; and then This little red - head , " Burnin ' Shame , " they call him - Dr . Glenn . And they die . " CONSULTED " on the case , and claimed she'd haf to I jes ...
... head ! — First had this doctor , what's - his - name , from Puddlesburg ; and then This little red - head , " Burnin ' Shame , " they call him - Dr . Glenn . And they die . " CONSULTED " on the case , and claimed she'd haf to I jes ...
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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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