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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... wait ! " The Doctor's room , Where I used this expression , Below , the Doctor's garden lay . If thus imagination. OSTON MEDICAL JAN 26 1927 LIBRARY IN THREE ACTS , WITH A PROLOGUE . PROLOGUE W Wore the severe official gloom Attached to ...
... wait ! " The Doctor's room , Where I used this expression , Below , the Doctor's garden lay . If thus imagination. OSTON MEDICAL JAN 26 1927 LIBRARY IN THREE ACTS , WITH A PROLOGUE . PROLOGUE W Wore the severe official gloom Attached to ...
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... waiting for them , when they came upon the earth ; This undecorated soldier , of a hard , unequal strife , Fought in many stubborn battles with the foes that sought their life . In the night - time or the day - time , he would rally ...
... waiting for them , when they came upon the earth ; This undecorated soldier , of a hard , unequal strife , Fought in many stubborn battles with the foes that sought their life . In the night - time or the day - time , he would rally ...
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... wait , while you sit down and write ; He says he's not in any haste , and make it something light ; He says you needn't vex yourself to try to be effulgent , Because , he says , champagne enough will keep them all indul- gent . " I ...
... wait , while you sit down and write ; He says he's not in any haste , and make it something light ; He says you needn't vex yourself to try to be effulgent , Because , he says , champagne enough will keep them all indul- gent . " I ...
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... waiting ward , Watch for your kindly face , nor watch in vain ; " For , as the sculptor years shall chisel deep The lines of pity ' neath the brow of thought , Below your whitening hair the hurt shall read How well you learned what I my ...
... waiting ward , Watch for your kindly face , nor watch in vain ; " For , as the sculptor years shall chisel deep The lines of pity ' neath the brow of thought , Below your whitening hair the hurt shall read How well you learned what I my ...
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... waited , the crier he cried , Newspaper notices , placards , were tried , But the crying and waiting proved wholly in vain ; And days as they passed , made it daily more plain That folks were not eager to bring back again Those who had ...
... waited , the crier he cried , Newspaper notices , placards , were tried , But the crying and waiting proved wholly in vain ; And days as they passed , made it daily more plain That folks were not eager to bring back again Those who had ...
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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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