SQUAT-NOSED and broad, of big and pompous port; A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts, All pimple-puffed: the Falstaff-like resort Of fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flaunts A flabby purple: rusty-spurred he stands In rakehell boots and belt, and hanger that Claps when, with greasy gauntlets on his hands, He swaggers past in cloak and slouch-plumed hat. Aggression marches armies in his words; And in his oaths great deeds ride cap-à-pie; His looks, his gestures breathe the breath of swords; And in his carriage camp all wars to be: -- With him of battles there shall be no lack While buxom wenches are and stoops of sack. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE PHANTOM HORSEWOMAN by THOMAS HARDY THE BUNCH OF GRAPES by GEORGE HERBERT DEATH OF THE DAY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR BROTHERLY LOVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PHILLIS INAMOROTA by LANCELOT ANDREWES |