Fenton

Cited as Fenton. — 11 quotations

In sweet assemblage every blooming grace.

Who with fiery steeds Oft disarrayed the foes in battle ranged.

With upper lip elate.

Summer suns embrown the laboring swain.

Cressy was lost by kickshaws and soup-maigre.

The love of science faintly warmed his breast.

But soon the miscreant moony host Before the victor cross shall fly.

The mummery of foreign strollers.

Reclining soft in blissful bowers, Purpled sweet with springing flowers.

There, secret in her sapphire cell, He with the Nais wont to dwell.

Underprop the head that bears the crown.