。，Death, who says his blood she spilt!
。，O for the time when God decreed
IX。，Saw ye not the sun drop slow
Touched him, as 'twere one to know。，
Straightway to his wife.。，Floes to bergs, and giant peers
In the yellow lamp the limbs。，His in life and death are we:
Kingless was the army left:。，Radiantly was she attired;
XII。，But a radiance of the breast.
Rapturous for the charge in line:。，Lo, upon a silent hour,
- Monster of the sea! we drive him。，Make the bed for Attila!
。，Him that drank of havoc deep
O for the time when God's delight。，And she pictorially attacked.
。，Surging, burst the silent door,
IV。，Drew blank air to hues and forms;
Where the robe and vest divide,。，Had moved, and the undertones
XXI。，In that sound he had the key
，Make the bed for Attila!。，The feelings of the totter-knee'd.