Season 2 (1962)
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Mrs. McBroom and the Cloud Watcher
""But one thing is needful.""
Czytaj więcejThe Night That Nothing Happened
It's a long shift that has no surgery.
Czytaj więcejIn the Name of Love, a Small Corruption
A painstaking diagnosis.
Czytaj więcejLegacy from a Stranger
How do you repay such a debt?
Czytaj więcejGo Not Gently into the Night
""Brave in his burning pride.""
Czytaj więcejBehold! They Walk an Ancient Road
To hell and gone.
Czytaj więcejOf All Save Pain Bereft
Last straws.
Czytaj więcejAnd Even Death Shall Die
The tautological imperative.
Czytaj więcejThe Fireman Who Raised Rabbits
A gentle occupation.
Czytaj więcejBetween Summer and Winter, the Glorious Season
""Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness...""
Czytaj więcejI Hear America Singing
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work; The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat—the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck; The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the hatter singing as he stands; The wood-cutter's song—the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown; The delicious singing of the mother—or of the young wife at work—or of the girl sewing or washing—Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else; The day what belongs to the day—at night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs. Come! some of you! still be flooding The States with hundreds and thousands of mouth-songs fit for The States only.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Gr
Czytaj więcejPack Up All My Cares and Woes
""Oh what hard luck stories they all hand me.""
Czytaj więcejSaturday, Surgery and Stanley Shultz
A sabbath diversion.
Czytaj więcejI'll Be Alright in the Morning
It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.
Lamentations
Czytaj więcejA Cardinal Act of Mercy (1)
Dr. Casey tries to help a lawyer kick her morphine habit, but encounters resistance, lies and manipulation when she gets a guileless young man to smuggle dope into her hospital room. He is visiting his mother, who is in the hospital for treatment of injuries received in a beating. (Part 1 of 2)
Czytaj więcejA Cardinal Act of Mercy (2)
Nie posiadamy polskiego opisu w naszej bazie. Pomóż nam powiększać bazę dodając go.
Use Neon for My Epitaph
The business has its allure.
Czytaj więcejHe Thought He Saw an Albatross
He thought he saw an Albatross That fluttered round the lamp: He looked again, and found it was A Penny-Postage Stamp. ""You'd best be getting home,"" he said: ""The nights are very damp!"" ... He thought he saw an Argument That proved he was the Pope: He looked again, and found it was A Bar of Mottled Soap. ""A fact so dread,"" he faintly said, ""Extinguishes all hope!""
Lewis Carroll, The Mad Gardener's Song
Czytaj więcejA Short Biographical Sketch of James Tuttle Peabody, M.D.
Although he's still an intern, Jimmy Peabody is raising funds to finance a medical clinic of his own, and one of the sources he's depending on is wealthy Adam Garrett, an elderly patient at County General.
Czytaj więcejA Hundred More Pipers
The great rouse.
Czytaj więcejSuffer the Little Children
""Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.""
Czytaj więcejRigadoon for Three Pianos
An old dance.
Czytaj więcejThe White Ones Are Dolphins
The ones that got away...
Czytaj więcejWill Everyone Who Believes in Terry Dunne Please Applaud?
A circle of admirers.
Czytaj więcejFor I Will Plait Thy Hair with Gold
A wandering minstrel, he, with some disfigurement.
Czytaj więcejFather Was an Intern
The occupant and the resident.
Czytaj więcejRage Against the Dying Light
""Do not go gentle into that good night."" (Dylan Thomas)
Czytaj więcejLa Vie, La Vie Intérieure
The well-furnished habitation.
Czytaj więcejMy Enemy is a Bright Green Sparrow
The Sparrow in the Zoo
No bars are set too close, no mesh too fine To keep me from the eagle and the lion, Whom keepers feed that I may freely dine. This goes to show that if you have the wit To be small, common, cute, and live on shit, Though the cage fret kings, you may make free with it.
Howard Nemerov
Czytaj więcejLullaby for Billy Dignan
Homage to Millet's Angelus.
Czytaj więcejHang No Hats on Dreams
Castles in Spain.
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