When he beats on his anvil the iron asunder.
Hrugner now, a man of stone,[102]
Onward moved with haughty frown,
While his eyes with ghastly glow
Hurl’d defiance on the foe:
’Stead of heart, within his breast
Was a granite fragment placed;
Twas three-corner’d; there it stood
Void of feeling, void of blood.
And lo! for the giants a figure of clay