Poems and SongsAmerican-Scandinavian Foundation, 1915 - 264 стор. |
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Сторінка vi
... BERGLIOT TO MY WIFE IN A HEAVY HOUR KAARE'S SONG IVAR INGEMUNDSON'S LAY MAGNUS THE BLIND SIN , DEATH FRIDA BERGEN P. A. MUNCH 46 48 48 56 56 57 58 62 63 . 63 65 66 KING FREDERIK THE SEVENTH TO SWEDEN OUR FOREFATHERS 75 78 vi CONTENTS.
... BERGLIOT TO MY WIFE IN A HEAVY HOUR KAARE'S SONG IVAR INGEMUNDSON'S LAY MAGNUS THE BLIND SIN , DEATH FRIDA BERGEN P. A. MUNCH 46 48 48 56 56 57 58 62 63 . 63 65 66 KING FREDERIK THE SEVENTH TO SWEDEN OUR FOREFATHERS 75 78 vi CONTENTS.
Сторінка xvii
... Bergliot , but also in the enrich- ment of the music of his rhymed verse in modern forms . Conciseness of style in thought and word permitted no lyrical elaboration of figures or descriptions ; it restricted the poet to brief hints of ...
... Bergliot , but also in the enrich- ment of the music of his rhymed verse in modern forms . Conciseness of style in thought and word permitted no lyrical elaboration of figures or descriptions ; it restricted the poet to brief hints of ...
Сторінка 48
... BERGLIOT ( Harald Haardraade's saga , towards the end of Chapter 45 , reads thus : When Einar Tambar skelve's wife Bergliot , who had remained behind in her lodgings in the town , learned of the death of her husband and of her son , she ...
... BERGLIOT ( Harald Haardraade's saga , towards the end of Chapter 45 , reads thus : When Einar Tambar skelve's wife Bergliot , who had remained behind in her lodgings in the town , learned of the death of her husband and of her son , she ...
Сторінка 49
... Look forth , my footboy ! -The wind's but blowing ! Here storms beat wildly ; The fjord is open , The fells low - lying . The town's unchanged Since child I trod it ; The wind sends hither The snarling sea - hounds . BERGLIOT 49.
... Look forth , my footboy ! -The wind's but blowing ! Here storms beat wildly ; The fjord is open , The fells low - lying . The town's unchanged Since child I trod it ; The wind sends hither The snarling sea - hounds . BERGLIOT 49.
Сторінка 51
... Two dead men surrounding , Nor Harald delaying ! What throngs now enwall The ting - hall's high door ! ... Silent they all Let me pass o'er ! - Where is Eindride ! - Glances of pity Fear lest they show it , Flee lest they greet BERGLIOT 51.
... Two dead men surrounding , Nor Harald delaying ! What throngs now enwall The ting - hall's high door ! ... Silent they all Let me pass o'er ! - Where is Eindride ! - Glances of pity Fear lest they show it , Flee lest they greet BERGLIOT 51.
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battle bearing beauty Bergen Björnson born cheer Christian Christiania church Copenhagen Danish Dannebrog daring death deeds Denmark died dreams Einar eternal eyes fair faith father fight fjord flag flag of Norway flowers freedom future gave glad greet Grundtvig Haakon Haakon Jarl Hamar-made matches Harald Harald Fairhair Harald Gille heart heaven Henrik Wergeland Herman Anker honor Johan JOHAN SVERDRUP King land life's lift light of God's lyric Magnus melody memory Molde morning mountains N. F. S. GRUNDTVIG nation neath never night Norse Norsemen Northern Norway Norway's Norwegian o'er ocean Olaf Trygvason peace peasants poet political pure rumbled yonder sail Scandinavism SIGURD SLEMBE sing skald smiling soon sorrow soul spirit stand Stanza stood Storting student sunshine-day Sweden Swedish thanks thee thine Thou thought twined unto victory Vinje wander Welhaven Wergeland words written youth
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