Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 4. ATTILA, by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL Poet's Biography First Line: What though his feet were shod with sharp, fierce flame Last Line: Had turned her face into the dark to weep. Subject(s): Attila, King Of The Huns (434-453) | ||||||||
What though his feet were shod with sharp, fierce flame, And death and ruin were his daily squires, The Scythian, helped by Heaven's thunders, came: The time was ripe for God's avenging fires. Lo! loose, lewd trulls, and lean, luxurious liars Had brought the fair, fine face of Rome to shame, And made her one with sins beyond a name -- That queenly daughter of imperial sires! The blood of elders like the blood of sheep, Was dashed across the circus. Once while din And dust and lightnings, and a draggled heap Of beast-slain men made lords with laughter leap, Night fell, with rain. The earth, so sick of sin, Had turned her face into the dark to weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NUPTIALS OF ATTILA by GEORGE MEREDITH EMPIRE by MARGUERITE GUZMAN BOUVARD ATTILA IS COMING by G. S. SHARAT CHANDRA LAMENT OF ATTILA by KATHERINE KELLEY TAYLOR SAID ATTILA THE HUN TO- by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A DEATH IN THE BUSH by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL A HYDE PARK LARRIKIN by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL A SPANISH LOVE SONG by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL |
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