Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... red day of Svolder Smiled he for once in his life , Sent homeward his greetings , and fell . " Like a long - haired , sore - smitten wolf Drag I about my heavy loss , And from my gaping wounds Blood - stained is all my track . Which of ...
... red day of Svolder Smiled he for once in his life , Sent homeward his greetings , and fell . " Like a long - haired , sore - smitten wolf Drag I about my heavy loss , And from my gaping wounds Blood - stained is all my track . Which of ...
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... blood rose surging and boiling . With flashing eye , and quivering lip , Cheeks red at the shameful thought , Down he sprang , cleft a path through the ring , With youthful vigor renewed , Straight to his daughter he forced his way ...
... blood rose surging and boiling . With flashing eye , and quivering lip , Cheeks red at the shameful thought , Down he sprang , cleft a path through the ring , With youthful vigor renewed , Straight to his daughter he forced his way ...
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... Blood - red falling Its light on the mountain , As of yore blood - red Peace fell from heaven . Lofty the claim Of the cross , O King , Be thou leader , Thee we follow ! " Forward the host marched , jubilant , gleaming , Flanked on ...
... Blood - red falling Its light on the mountain , As of yore blood - red Peace fell from heaven . Lofty the claim Of the cross , O King , Be thou leader , Thee we follow ! " Forward the host marched , jubilant , gleaming , Flanked on ...
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... blood - red sky , Hill - tops and grassy meadows Light - flooding . Steel - gray and cold flowed the river , Broad between heather and woodland and marsh , Flowed till it reached the great farmsteads , And halted , Reached at even the ...
... blood - red sky , Hill - tops and grassy meadows Light - flooding . Steel - gray and cold flowed the river , Broad between heather and woodland and marsh , Flowed till it reached the great farmsteads , And halted , Reached at even the ...
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... Blood - red the sun shone , All the earth beneath it Blood - red . Forests and meadows , The sands and the river , All the men's faces , Blood - red . Blood - tinged were the farmsteads , The corn - fields golden , The King's white banner , ...
... Blood - red the sun shone , All the earth beneath it Blood - red . Forests and meadows , The sands and the river , All the men's faces , Blood - red . Blood - tinged were the farmsteads , The corn - fields golden , The King's white banner , ...
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Æsir Afrafaste army Arnljot Gelline art thou bade banner battle BATTLE OF STIKLESTAD bishop Björn Björnson Blood-red body bonders bore Chapter chieftain christened Christianity death earth eyes faith fare farmstead father fell fight Finn fire follow forest gave gaze gleaming go hurrying go scurrying gods Gowk-Thorir greeting hand heard heaven Heimskringla host Iamtlanders Ingigerd Kalf Kalv Arnesson King answered King Olaf King's King's men land laughter lifted light Loki Lord mickle mighty mind Mörland mountains naught Ne'er night Norsemen Norway o'er Odin Olaf the Holy Olaf Trygvason Olaf's Onward peace poem Ragnarök ring rode Rolf Krake Saga of Olaf sang says shalt shields shoulder Sighvat silent skalds slain smiled smote Snorri Sturluson SONG spear Stiklestad stood sword thee Thorgeir Thorgils Thorir Hound Thormod thought Throndhjem Tiundaland took Tore Hund Trand Translated trolls Vikar vision warriors weary words wounded
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Сторінка 32 - ... the hosts of the heathen, and, smiling, falls with his king on the field of Stiklestad. One song from this cycle, "The Cloister in the South" is here reproduced in an exact copy of the original metre, in the hope that even this imperfect representation of the poem may be better than none at all. Who would enter so late the cloister in?
Сторінка ix - Arnljot Gelline HH Boyesen says: "Never has he found a more daring and tremendous expression for the spirit of old Norse paganism than in this powerful but somewhat chaotic poem. Never has any one gazed more deeply into the ferocious heart of the primitive, predatory man, whose free, wild soul has not yet been tamed by social obligations and the scourge of the law.