The Doctor's windowCharles Wells Moulton, 1897 - 288 oldal |
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... turn the Doctors themselves have been much written about , and here are gathered a well chosen collection of these pieces . They have been chosen not at random but so as to present , as to one who looks through a window at the stream of ...
... turn the Doctors themselves have been much written about , and here are gathered a well chosen collection of these pieces . They have been chosen not at random but so as to present , as to one who looks through a window at the stream of ...
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... turn from the larger outlook of the struggle which science wages against disease , to the more narrow sphere wherein every home of the land the Doctor wages his never ending battle with the individual cases of weak- ness , of suffering ...
... turn from the larger outlook of the struggle which science wages against disease , to the more narrow sphere wherein every home of the land the Doctor wages his never ending battle with the individual cases of weak- ness , of suffering ...
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... turn , The morning visit's mystery shall you learn . ' Tis a small matter in your neighbor's case , To charge your fee for showing him your face ; You skip up - stairs , inquire , inspect , and touch , Prescribe , take leave , and off ...
... turn , The morning visit's mystery shall you learn . ' Tis a small matter in your neighbor's case , To charge your fee for showing him your face ; You skip up - stairs , inquire , inspect , and touch , Prescribe , take leave , and off ...
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... turn . Leeches , for instance , -pleasing creatures quite ; Try them , and bless you . - don't you find they bite ? You raise a blister for the smallest cause , But be yourself the sitter whom it draws . And trust my statement , you ...
... turn . Leeches , for instance , -pleasing creatures quite ; Try them , and bless you . - don't you find they bite ? You raise a blister for the smallest cause , But be yourself the sitter whom it draws . And trust my statement , you ...
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... turning . How Lever's pen has charmed all men- How touching Rab's short story ! And I will stake my all that Drake Is still the schoolboy's glory ! A doctor - man it was began Great Britain's great museum ; The treasures there are all ...
... turning . How Lever's pen has charmed all men- How touching Rab's short story ! And I will stake my all that Drake Is still the schoolboy's glory ! A doctor - man it was began Great Britain's great museum ; The treasures there are all ...
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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,...