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The Nuptials Of Attila Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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Flat as to an eagle's eye	A
Earth hung under Attila	B
Sign for carnage gave he none	C
In the peace of his disdain	D
Sun and rain and rain and sun	C
Cherished men to wax again	E
Crawl and in their manner die	A
On his people stood a frost	F
Like the charger cut in stone	G
Rearing stiff the warrior host	H
Which had life from him alone	G
Craved the trumpet's eager note	I
As the bridled earth the Spring	J
Rusty was the trumpet's throat	I
He let chief and prophet rave	K
Venturous earth around him string	J
Threads of grass and slender rye	A
Wave them and untrampled wave	K
O for the time when God did cry	A
Eye and have my Attila	B
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II	A
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Scorn of conquest filled like sleep	L
Him that drank of havoc deep	L
When the Green Cat pawed the globe	M
When the horsemen from his bow	N
Shot in sheaves and made the foe	O
Crimson fringes of a robe	M
Trailed o'er towns and fields in woe	O
When they streaked the rivers red	P
When the saddle was the bed	P
Attila my Attila	B
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III	A
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He breathed peace and pulled a flower	Q
Eye and have my Attila	B
This was the damsel Ildico	J
Rich in bloom until that hour	Q
Shyer than the forest doe	O
Twinkling slim through branches green	R
Yet the shyest shall be seen	R
Make the bed for Attila	B
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IV	O
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Seen of Attila desired	S
She was led to him straightway	O
Radiantly was she attired	T
Rifled lands were her array	U
Jewels bled from weeping crowns	V
Gold of woeful fields and towns	V
She stood pallid in the light	W
How she walked how withered white	W
From the blessing to the board	X
She who would have proudly blushed	Y
Women whispered asking why	O
Hinting of a youth and hushed	Y
Was it terror of her lord	X
Was she childish was she sly	O
Was it the bright mantle's dye	O
Drained her blood to hues of grief	O
Like the ash that shoots the spark	J
See the green tree all in leaf	O
See the green tree stripped of bark	J
Make the bed for Attila	B
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V	O
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Round the banquet table's load	Z
Scores of iron horsemen rode	Z
Chosen warriors keen and hard	A2
Grain of threshing battle dints	V
Attila's fierce body guard	A2
Smelling war like fire in flints	V
Grant them peace be fugitive	O
Iron capped and iron heeled	B2
Each against his fellow's shield	B2
Smote the spear head shouting Live	O
Attila my Attila	B
Eagle eagle of our breed	C2
Eagle beak the lamb and feed	C2
Have her and unleash us live	O
Attila my Attila	B
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VI	O
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He was of the blood to shine	D2
Bronze in joy like skies that scorch	E2
Beaming with the goblet wine	D2
In the wavering of the torch	E2
Looked he backward on his bride	F2
Eye and have my Attila	B
Fair in her wide robe was she	O
Where the robe and vest divide	F2
Fair she seemed surpassingly	B
Soft yet vivid as the stream	G2
Danube rolls in the moonbeam	G2
Through rock barriers but she smiled	H2
Never she sat cold as salt	I2
Open mouthed as a young child	H2
Wondering with a mind at fault	I2
Make the bed for Attila	B
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VII	O
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Under the thin hoop of gold	J2
Whence in waves her hair outrolled	J2
'Twixt her brows the women saw	V
Shadows of a vulture's claw	V
Gript in flight strange knots that sped	J2
Closing and dissolving aye	O
Such as wicked dreams betray	U
When pale dawn creeps o'er the bed	J2
They might show the common pang	J
Known to virgins in whom dread	J2
Hunts their bliss like famished hounds	V
While the chiefs with roaring rounds	V
Tossed her to her lord and sang	J
Praise of him whose hand was large	K2
Cheers for beauty brought to yield	J2
Chirrups of the trot afield	J2
Hurrahs of the battle charge	K2
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VIII	O
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Those rock faces hung with weed	J2
Reddened their great days of speed	J2
Slaughter triumph flood and flame	L2
Like a jealous frenzy wrought	J2
Scoffed at them and did them shame	L2
Quaffing idle conquering nought	J2
O for the time when God decreed	J2
Earth the prey of Attila	B
God called on thee in his wrath	M2
Trample it to mire 'Twas done	C
Swift as Danube clove our path	M2
Down from East to Western sun	C
Huns behold your pasture gaze	V
Take our king said heel to flank	J
Whisper it the war horse neighs	V
Forth we drove and blood we drank	J
Fresh as dawn dew earth was ours	V
Men were flocks we lashed and spurned	J2
Fast as windy flame devours	V
Flame along the wind we burned	J2
Arrow javelin spear and sword	J2
Here the snows and there the plains	V
On our signal onward poured	J2
Torrents of the tightened reins	V
Foaming over vine and corn	N2
Hot against the city wall	B
Whisper it you sound a horn	N2
To the grey beast in the stall	B
Yea he whinnies at a nod	J2
O for sound of the trumpet notes	V
O for the time when thunder shod	J2
He that scarce can munch his oats	V
Hung on the peaks brooded aloof	O
Champed the grain of the wrath of God	J2
Pressed a cloud on the cowering roof	O
Snorted out of the blackness fire	Q
Scarlet broke the sky and down	O2
Hammering West with print of his hoof	O
He burst out of the bosom of ire	P2
Sharp as eyelight under thy frown	O2
Attila my Attila	B
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IX	V
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Ravaged cities rolling smoke	J
Thick on cornfields dry and black	J
Wave his banners bear his yoke	J
Track the lightning and you track	J
Attila They moan 'tis he	O
Bleed 'tis he Beneath his foot	J2
Leagues are deserts charred and mute	J2
Where he passed there passed a sea	O
Attila my Attila	B
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X	V
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Who breathed on the king cold breath	Q2
Said a voice amid the host	J2
He is Death that weds a ghost	J2
Else a ghost that weds with Death	Q2
Ildico's chill little hand	J2
Shuddering he beheld austere	R2
Stared as one who would command	J2
Sight of what has filled his ear	S2
Plucked his thin beard laughed disdain	D
Feast ye Huns His arm be raised	J2
Like the warrior battle dazed	J2
Joining to the fight amain	D
Make the bed for Attila	B
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XI	O
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Silent Ildico stood up	T2
King and chief to pledge her well	B
Shocked sword sword and cup on cup	T2
Clamouring like a brazen bell	B
Silent stepped the queenly slave	O
Fair by heaven she was to meet	J2
On a midnight near a grave	O
Flapping wide the winding sheet	J2
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XII	O
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Death and she walked through the crowd	J2
Out beyond the flush of light	J2
Ceremonious women bowed	J2
Following her 'twas middle night	J2
Then the warriors each on each	U2
Spied nor overloudly laughed	J2
Like the victims of the leech	U2
Who have drunk of a strange draught	J2
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XIII	O
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Attila remained Even so	O
Frowned he when he struck the blow	O
Brained his horse that stumbled twice	O
On a bloody day in Gaul	B
Bellowing Perish omens All	B
Marvelled at the sacrifice	O
But the battle swinging dim	V2
Rang off that axe blow for him	V2
Attila my Attila	B
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XIV	O
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Brightening over Danube wheeled	J2
Star by star and she most fair	W2
Sweet as victory half revealed	J2
Seized to make him glad and young	J
She O sweet as the dark sign	D
Given him oft in battles gone	D
When the voice within said Dare	W2
And the trumpet notes were sprung	J
Rapturous for the charge in line	D
She lay waiting fair as dawn	D
Wrapped in folds of night she lay	U
Secret lustrous flaglike there	W2
Waiting him to stream and ray	U
With one loosening blush outflung	J
Colours of his hordes of horse	O
Ranked for combat still he hung	J
Like the fever dreading air	W2
Cursed of heat and as a corse	O
Gathers vultures in his brain	D
Images of her eyes and kiss	O
Plucked at the limbs that could remain	D
Loitering nigh the doors of bliss	O
Make the bed for Attila	B
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XV	O
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Passion on one hand on one	D
Destiny led forth the Hun	D
Heard ye outcries of affright	J2
Voices that through many a fray	U
In the press of flag and spear	R2
Warned the king of peril near	R2
Men were dumb they gave him way	U
Eager heads to left and right	J2
Like the bearded standard thrust	J2
As in battle for a nod	J2
From their lord of battle dust	J2
Attila my Attila	B
Slow between the lines he trod	J2
Saw ye not the sun drop slow	O
On this nuptial day ere eve	O
Pierced him on the couch aglow	O
Attila my Attila	B
Here and there his heart would cleave	O
Clotted memory for a space	O
Some stout chief's familiar face	O
Choicest of his fighting brood	J2
Touched him as 'twere one to know	O
Ere he met his bride's embrace	O
Attila my Attila	B
Twisting fingers in a beard	J2
Scant as w	-