G. Fletcher
Cited as G. Fletcher. — 8 quotations
Beyond
Beyond that flaming hill.
Clod
Clodded in lumps of clay.
Den
The sluggish salvages that den below.
Deprostrate
How may weak mortal ever hope to file His unsmooth tongue, and his deprostrate style.
Discoast
As far as heaven and earth discoasted lie.
Empale
No bloodless malady empales their face.
Sable
Sabled all in black the shady sky.
Stoled
After them flew the prophets, brightly stoled In shining lawn.