Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ATTILA, by HENRY S. LOVEJOY First Line: The croaking ravens flap o'er fallow fields Last Line: "and whispered, ""peace, it is the scourge of god." Subject(s): Attila, King Of The Huns (434-453); Yale University | ||||||||
THE croaking ravens flap o'er fallow fields, The gaunt wolf lairs in ruined city walls, While man, the Mighty Master, skulking crawls On hands and knees so that no stir reveals His presence; sunk to shameful depths he yields His meal, a half-gnawed bone, to beasts. The halls Where nobles feasted now are used as stalls And ladies' bowers are piled with leathern shields. Fierce Messengers of Hell the barbarous horde Swept through the land: beneath their hoofs the sod Was shriveled; overhead a flaming sword Blazed in the sky; behind Destruction trod, Yet men, submissive, bowed before the Lord And whispered, "Peace, it is the Scourge of God." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) THE BALLADE OF THE GOLDEN HORN by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER PASSIO XL MARTYRUM by ARTHUR E. BAKER THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER WERE IT ONLY NOW by A. W. BELL AS FROM THE PAST -- by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LINE MEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE RAIN-SWEPT GARDEN by HENRY S. LOVEJOY |
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