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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... hear the railway whistle call , And brush the briny drops that fall ; I leave you now plain Andrew Jack , Perhaps I'll come Sir Andrew back ! -JOHN STUART BLACKIE . 17 A The Morning Visit SICK man's chamber , though it John Stuart Blackie.
... hear the railway whistle call , And brush the briny drops that fall ; I leave you now plain Andrew Jack , Perhaps I'll come Sir Andrew back ! -JOHN STUART BLACKIE . 17 A The Morning Visit SICK man's chamber , though it John Stuart Blackie.
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... hear her moan . The leaves are whirled in eddying drifts Or hunted down the barren wold , Where timidly the crocus lifts Her shaken cap of green and gold . Above the dark pool's ruffled breast The swallow skims on glancing wing , And ...
... hear her moan . The leaves are whirled in eddying drifts Or hunted down the barren wold , Where timidly the crocus lifts Her shaken cap of green and gold . Above the dark pool's ruffled breast The swallow skims on glancing wing , And ...
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... hear , That you're going to raise all the dead in the place ? Why , bless me ! my uncle has lately deceased And left me his heir , And , dear sir , I declare That now , from pecuniary troubles released , I'm only beginning life's ...
... hear , That you're going to raise all the dead in the place ? Why , bless me ! my uncle has lately deceased And left me his heir , And , dear sir , I declare That now , from pecuniary troubles released , I'm only beginning life's ...
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... hear about him boasting of the guineas that he earns We wonder if they all appear in his income - tax returns . About his own afflictions he must never say a word ; The notion of a doctor being ill is so absurd ! And when , perhaps from ...
... hear about him boasting of the guineas that he earns We wonder if they all appear in his income - tax returns . About his own afflictions he must never say a word ; The notion of a doctor being ill is so absurd ! And when , perhaps from ...
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... hear that tolling bell ! There's a good crop of corn in the meadow , And the biggest boy a'n't there to hoe ; They'll get in the apples and the pumpkins , But I've done my last chores below . Don't you hear the Norther risin ' , doctor ...
... hear that tolling bell ! There's a good crop of corn in the meadow , And the biggest boy a'n't there to hoe ; They'll get in the apples and the pumpkins , But I've done my last chores below . Don't you hear the Norther risin ' , doctor ...
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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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