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acked While he his hinted horrors hurled, And she pictorially attacked. A duel hugeous. Tragic? Ho! The cities, not the mountains, blow Such bladders; in their shapes confessed An after-dinner's indigest. HERNANI Cistercians might crack their sides With laughter, and exemption get, At sight of heroes clasping brides, And hearing--O the horn! the horn! The horn of their obstructive debt! But quit the stage, that note applies For sermons cosmopolitan, Hernani. Have we filched our prize, Forgetting . . .? O the horn! the horn! The horn of the Old Gentleman! THE NUPTIALS OF ATTILA I Flat as to an eagle's eye, Earth hung under Attila. Sign for carnage gave he none. In the peace of his disdain, Sun and rain, and rain and sun, Cherished men to wax again, Crawl, and in their manner die. On his people stood a frost. Like the charger cut in stone, Rearing stiff, the warrior host, Which had life from him alone, Craved the trumpet's eager note, As the bridled earth the Spring. Rusty was the trumpet's throat. He let chief and prophet rave; Venturous earth around him string Threads of grass and slender rye, Wave them, and untrampled wave. O for the time when God did cry, Eye and have, my Attila! II Scorn of conquest filled like sleep Him that drank of havoc deep When the Green Cat pawed the globe: When the horsemen from his bow Shot in sheaves and made the foe Crimson fringes of a robe, Trailed o'er towns and fields in woe; When they streaked the rivers red, When the saddle was the bed. Attila, my Attila! III He breathed peace and pulled a flower. Eye and have, my Attila! This was the damsel Ildico, Rich in bloom until that hour: Shyer than the forest doe Twinkling slim through branches green. Yet the shyest shall be seen. Make the bed for Attila! IV Seen of Attila, desired, She was led to him straightway: Radiantly was she attired; Rifled lands were her array, Jewels bled from weeping crowns, Gold of woeful fields and towns. She stood pallid in the light. How she walked, how withered white, From the blessing to the board,
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