The Doctor's windowCharles Wells Moulton, 1897 - 288 oldal |
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14. oldal
... Dear Muse of Mayfair , pardon , If more restraint had not been taught In this neglected garden ; For these your code was all too stiff , So , seeing none dissented , Their unfeigned faces met as if Manners were not invented . Then on ...
... Dear Muse of Mayfair , pardon , If more restraint had not been taught In this neglected garden ; For these your code was all too stiff , So , seeing none dissented , Their unfeigned faces met as if Manners were not invented . Then on ...
17. oldal
... Dear blue - eyed Nell , when Dame M'Knight 46 Called , Come up , Nell , and put things right ! " And thou shot up with three light skips , My heart leapt to my finger - tips . No courier of the heavenly clans , With light blue scarf and ...
... Dear blue - eyed Nell , when Dame M'Knight 46 Called , Come up , Nell , and put things right ! " And thou shot up with three light skips , My heart leapt to my finger - tips . No courier of the heavenly clans , With light blue scarf and ...
24. oldal
... dear friend I'd hold before these others , For he and I , in years gone by , Have chummed around like brothers . Together we have sung in glee The songs old Horace made for Our genial craft - together quaffed What bowls that doctor paid ...
... dear friend I'd hold before these others , For he and I , in years gone by , Have chummed around like brothers . Together we have sung in glee The songs old Horace made for Our genial craft - together quaffed What bowls that doctor paid ...
31. oldal
... lectured once and practiced physics there , Sowed my wild oats , from which , dear me , I'm reaping Disastrous fruits , more bitter for their keeping . ' Twas there a student in long days gone by MY FIRST PATIENT 31 MY FIRST PATIENT.
... lectured once and practiced physics there , Sowed my wild oats , from which , dear me , I'm reaping Disastrous fruits , more bitter for their keeping . ' Twas there a student in long days gone by MY FIRST PATIENT 31 MY FIRST PATIENT.
32. oldal
... dear Matthew's lips , the truths that fell Of our great system , which he knew so well , Where Gardner taught us on a simple plan . " The noblest study of mankind is man , " Unfolded to our wondering gaze each hour , The last great work ...
... dear Matthew's lips , the truths that fell Of our great system , which he knew so well , Where Gardner taught us on a simple plan . " The noblest study of mankind is man , " Unfolded to our wondering gaze each hour , The last great work ...
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ailing apex cordis babe bless blister blood Bolus bones breath bright brow calomel Caroline Ingalls chyle country doctor cure dead dear death disease dose draught dream earth ease eyes face fair fame fear feel fever FRANCIS Saltus SaltuS gentle give Gout grace grave hand head healing heart Heaven Hippocrates honor hour jalap kind knew knife light live look mighty mind nerves never night numbers o'er old Doctor old oaken bucket OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once oxymel pain patient physician pills pity pneumogastric nerve poor potions praise quack Rip Van Winkle round shrunken bone sick sigh skill sleep smile soul strife surgeon sweet SYDNEY DOBELL tell thar thee There's thet things thou thought Twas wine
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272. oldal - Can little now avail to them ; But if the page of truth they sought, Or comfort to the mourner brought, These hands a richer meed shall claim Than all that wait on wealth or fame.
118. oldal - Not far from that most celebrated place,* Where angry Justice shows her awful face ; Where little villains must submit to fate, That great ones may enjoy the world in state; There stands a dome, majestic to the sight, And sumptuous arches bear its oval height ; A golden globe, placed high with artful skill, Seems, to the distant sight, a gilded pill.
178. oldal - The tower that long had stood the crush of thunder and the warring winds, shook by the slow but sure destroyer time, now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er its base ; and flinty pyramids and walls of brass descend: — the Babylonian spires are sunk; Achaia, Rome and Egypt moulder down. Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones, and tottering empires crush by their own weight. This huge rotundity we tread grows old and all those worlds that roll around the sun; the sun himself shall die ; and ancient night...
178. oldal - What does not fade ? The tower that long had stood The crush of thunder and the warring winds, Shook by the slow but sure destroyer Time, Now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er its base.
258. oldal - In and out among the cotton, Mud, and chains, and stores, and anchors, Tramped a squad of battered scarecrows — Poor old Dixie's bottom dollar ! ' Some had shoes, but all had rifles, Them that wasn't bald was beardless, And the drum was rolling Dixie...
20. oldal - re not Agassiz, and he 's not a fish. And last, not least, in each perplexing case, Learn the sweet magic of a cheerful face ; Not always smiling, but at least serene, When grief and anguish cloud the anxious scene. Each look, each movement, every word and...
74. oldal - He had a patient lying at death's door, some three miles from the town — it might be four ; to whom one evening Bolus sent an article, in pharmacy that's called cathartical ; and on the label of the stuff, he wrote this verse (which one would think was clear enough, and terse) "When taken; to be well shaken.
75. oldal - Bolus said. John shook his head. " Indeed? — hum! — ha! — that's very odd, He took the draught?" — John gave a nod! " Well — how? — What then? — Speak out, you dunce! " Why then," says John, " we shook him once." " Shook him! — how?" Bolus stammer'd out. " We jolted him about." " Zounds! shake a patient, man — a shake wont do." " No, sir — and so we gave him two.
193. oldal - With what anguish of mind I remember my childhood, Recalled in the light of a knowledge since gained ; The malarious farm, the wet, fungus-grown wild-wood ; The chills then contracted that since have remained ; The scum-covered...
250. oldal - SOME three, or five, or seven, and thirty years; A Roman nose ; a dimpling double-chin; Dark eyes and shy that, ignorant of sin, Are yet acquainted, it would seem, with tears ; A comely shape ; a slim, high-coloured hand, Graced, rather oddly, with a signet ring ; A bashful air, becoming everything ; A well-bred silence always at command. Her plain print gown, prim cap, and bright steel chain Look out of place on her, and I remain Absorbed in her, as in a pleasant mystery. Quick, skilful, quiet,...