Marvelled at the sacrifice,。，No priest was hired for the play this night:
THE NUPTIALS OF ATTILA。，
Noise of iron knits his steel:。，Like that lake of blue intense,
High on it, o'er earth appalled,。，Night, as never night before,
Big the senseless Titans loom,。，Haply you live a day longer in verse.
See the green tree all in leaf:。，Danube rolls in the moonbeam
Sworn it by his naked life!。，
Beams that panted black and bright,。，Hurrahs of the battle-charge.
Surging, burst the silent door,。，Like the bearded standard, thrust,
Earth may sing, and earth shall smart!。，Chargers neighed, and trappings glowed
Where the slaughter mounted high,。，Scant as winter underwood,
Fluttered by a wind, and flowed。，
Pricked his ribs, in one sharp spur to reach。，Letters on her breast and shrieked.
。，Scent in their quick pang to smite
Attila, my Attila!。，Twice the sun had mounted, twice had sunk,
Bow and javelin, lance and targe,。，Belike on a passing bier.
On Alps, without a breast beguiled。，Till a gentle-breathing morn
，。，Trample it to mire! 'Twas done.