Tennesseans were there in force to back flecker's gelding—Trumps, and they played freely and made much noise.
“Oh, say, I thought you were going to say twenty,” laughed flecker.
flecker was much given to the translation of other poets, and he did not stop at translating their words.
Mr. Squire contends justly enough that in spite of this flecker is anything but a monotonous poet.
flecker, too, was there—chagrined, maddened—he too had joined his forces with the old Bishop.
flecker was a poet who preserved the ancient balance in days in which want of balance was looked on as a sign of genius.
flecker groaned: “We're gone, Colonel—one thousand we put up and the one we hedged with.”
The advent of the war began to make flecker's verse more personal and romantic.
flecker, good-natured and fat, his horse in a warming-up foam, laughed till he swayed in the sulky.
Tennant had, we may suppose, read flecker before he wrote "How shall I tell you of the roads that stretch away?"