beer-gilded

Updated: June 18, 2025

And then we saw our warbler. He was little and plump and red-faced, with a greasy hat and a drooping beer-gilded moustache, and he wore on his coat a bright blue peddler's license badge. He shuffled along, stooping over a pouch of tin whistles and gurgling in one as he went. There's your poem, we said to Endymion "The Song-Sparrow on Grand Street."

Christopher Morley - Pipefuls