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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... sure signs . Therefore , I ask thy pardon here , With heart sincere ; And then , too , as I write , Thy good physicians from thy volumes rise And chide me for despite . Than they are scarce more wise The great " Professor " and the ...
... sure signs . Therefore , I ask thy pardon here , With heart sincere ; And then , too , as I write , Thy good physicians from thy volumes rise And chide me for despite . Than they are scarce more wise The great " Professor " and the ...
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... sure , what was best . When , by measles , it took my dear brothers to rest . They died By Heaven's decree ; and shall mortal perverse Adventure what Providence rules to reverse ? They are better by far , I'm convinced , where they are ...
... sure , what was best . When , by measles , it took my dear brothers to rest . They died By Heaven's decree ; and shall mortal perverse Adventure what Providence rules to reverse ? They are better by far , I'm convinced , where they are ...
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... sure . With powder nor with pill . I don't know what they called it in their pompous terms of Art , Nor if they thought it mortal In such a vital part , - I only know ' t was reckoned " Something icy round the heart ! " A lady came ...
... sure . With powder nor with pill . I don't know what they called it in their pompous terms of Art , Nor if they thought it mortal In such a vital part , - I only know ' t was reckoned " Something icy round the heart ! " A lady came ...
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... nurse ! " She says , " I'm sure you ' re worse ! You must not talk , you ' re worse today . " And so she flings my heart away . MYLES TYLER FRISBIE . TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN 117 To a Young Physician HE 116 THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW Stuart Cameron.
... nurse ! " She says , " I'm sure you ' re worse ! You must not talk , you ' re worse today . " And so she flings my heart away . MYLES TYLER FRISBIE . TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN 117 To a Young Physician HE 116 THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW Stuart Cameron.
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... Milk , the most nutritious ; try it , Use it , prove it , recommend it ; drink it - and I'm sure you will . Dr . Joseph B. GRISWOLD . The Quack Doctor's Proclamation A N astonishing Doctor has just Dr Joseph B Griswold.
... Milk , the most nutritious ; try it , Use it , prove it , recommend it ; drink it - and I'm sure you will . Dr . Joseph B. GRISWOLD . The Quack Doctor's Proclamation A N astonishing Doctor has just Dr Joseph B Griswold.
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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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