 | Poems by John Godfrey Saxe. Complete in one volume : thirty-fifth edition |  |
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GUNEOPATHY.
I saw a lady yesterday,
A regular M. D.,
Who 'd taken from the Faculty
Her medical degree;
And I thought, if ever I was sick,
My doctor she should be!
A regular M. D.,
Who 'd taken from the Faculty
Her medical degree;
And I thought, if ever I was sick,
My doctor she should be!
I pity the deluded man
Who foolishly consults
Another man, in hopes to find
Such magical results
As when a pretty woman lays
Her hand upon his pulse!
Who foolishly consults
Another man, in hopes to find
Such magical results
As when a pretty woman lays
Her hand upon his pulse!
I had a strange disorder once,
A kind of chronic chill,
That all the doctors in the town,
With all their vaunted skill,
Could never cure, I'm very sure,
With powder nor with pill;
A kind of chronic chill,
That all the doctors in the town,
With all their vaunted skill,
Could never cure, I'm very 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’!
In their pompous terms of Art,
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In such a vital part,—
I only know 't was reckoned
‘Something icy round the heart’!
A lady came,—her presence brought
The blood into my ears!
She took my hand—and something like
A fever now appears!
Great Galen!—I was all aglow,
Though I'd been cold for years!
The blood into my ears!
She took my hand—and something like
A fever now appears!
Great Galen!—I was all aglow,
Though I'd been cold for years!
Perhaps it is n't every case
That's fairly in her reach,
But should I e'er be ill again,
I fervently beseech
That I may have, for life or death,
A lady for my ‘leech’!
That's fairly in her reach,
But should I e'er be ill again,
I fervently beseech
That I may have, for life or death,
A lady for my ‘leech’!
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