The Doctor's windowCharles Wells Moulton, 1897 - 288 psl. |
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... feel The ills that I am wont to steal From others ' anguish , That I should know the sweet relief The doctor's potent art can give To those that languish . And when I go through wet or dry To answer every wailing cry Till sickness ...
... feel The ills that I am wont to steal From others ' anguish , That I should know the sweet relief The doctor's potent art can give To those that languish . And when I go through wet or dry To answer every wailing cry Till sickness ...
87 psl.
... feel The painful symptoms they delight to heal ; Patient in all their trials , they sustain The starts of passion , the reproach of pain , With hearts affected , but with looks serene ; Intent they wait through all the solemn scene ...
... feel The painful symptoms they delight to heal ; Patient in all their trials , they sustain The starts of passion , the reproach of pain , With hearts affected , but with looks serene ; Intent they wait through all the solemn scene ...
89 psl.
... feel it not : " 44 Then take it every hour : " " It makes me worse ; " — " Why then it shows its power : " " I fear to die ; ' Let not your spirits sink , You're always safe , while you believe and drink . " How strange to add , in this ...
... feel it not : " 44 Then take it every hour : " " It makes me worse ; " — " Why then it shows its power : " " I fear to die ; ' Let not your spirits sink , You're always safe , while you believe and drink . " How strange to add , in this ...
90 psl.
... confess Its powers are great , and so you acquiesce : Yet think a moment , ere your name you lend , With whose ' tis placed , and what you recommend ; Who tipples brandy will some comfort feel , But will 90 THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW.
... confess Its powers are great , and so you acquiesce : Yet think a moment , ere your name you lend , With whose ' tis placed , and what you recommend ; Who tipples brandy will some comfort feel , But will 90 THE DOCTOR'S WINDOW.
91 psl.
Who tipples brandy will some comfort feel , But will he to the med'cine set his seal ? Wait , and you'll find the cordial you admire Has added fuel to your fever's fire : Say , should a robber chance your purse to spare , Would you the ...
Who tipples brandy will some comfort feel , But will he to the med'cine set his seal ? Wait , and you'll find the cordial you admire Has added fuel to your fever's fire : Say , should a robber chance your purse to spare , Would you the ...
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