John Crowe Ransom Quotes

Here lies a lady of beauty and high degree.Of chills and fever she died, of fever and chills,The delight of her husbands, her aunts, an infant of three,And of medicos marveling sweetly on her ills.
John Crowe Ransom
John Crowe Ransom

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