Fell He on the Field of Fame (Carolina Oliphant Poems)
Air — McIntosh's Lament."Fell he on the field of fame,Glory resting on his name?O'er his young and dauntless breastDoes the ...
Air — McIntosh's Lament."Fell he on the field of fame,Glory resting on his name?O'er his young and dauntless breastDoes the ...
Out in the orchard the bright azure sky not insects any longer save for the bees among the droplings the ...
Out in the orchard, before the first apple placed gently in the bag, snap of the McIntosh to my bite, ...
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
Crisp air Ripe fruit Heavy on the bough. Cool in the hand. Filling my bag. Snap of a McIntosh Tart ...
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