A Babel, which, the power of art outdone,
She could not finish when she had begun:
An utter chaos, out of which no might
But that of God could strike one spark of light.
Broad were his shoulders, and from blade to blade
A H—— might at full length have laid.
Vast were his bones; his muscles twisted strong;
His face was short, but broader than 'twas long.
His features, though by nature they were large,
Contentment had contrived to overcharge,