Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SWASHBUCKLER, by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN Poet's Biography First Line: Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port Last Line: While buxom wenches are and stoops of sack. | ||||||||
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...A COIGN OF THE FOREST by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A DREAM SHAPE by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A FALLEN BEECH by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A FLOWER OF THE FIELDS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A NIGHT IN JUNE by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A SLEET-STORM IN MAY by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A TWILIGHT MOTH by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN ADVENTURERS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN AFTER RAIN by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN ALONG THE OHIO by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |
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