Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... onward , as were he alone . How they go hurrying , How they go scurrying ! Through the deep - drifted snow in their headlong flight , Lost to men's view as they flee through the night , Past wild beast and troll , Now they speed toward ...
... onward , as were he alone . How they go hurrying , How they go scurrying ! Through the deep - drifted snow in their headlong flight , Lost to men's view as they flee through the night , Past wild beast and troll , Now they speed toward ...
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... onward , Keeping with death this pact mysterious , That all it gives him , save itself only ! I am urged , O sea , by thy melancholy , To cast aside all my weary scheming , And let take flight all my anxious longings : Thy cold waters ...
... onward , Keeping with death this pact mysterious , That all it gives him , save itself only ! I am urged , O sea , by thy melancholy , To cast aside all my weary scheming , And let take flight all my anxious longings : Thy cold waters ...
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... Onward ! heed him not ! Far away are we from Bretland's mead - horns , Far from the church - bells in Irish steeples , Is yonder a tempest , driving dark from the west ? Then is our doom made sure . Who can say , who knows whither we're ...
... Onward ! heed him not ! Far away are we from Bretland's mead - horns , Far from the church - bells in Irish steeples , Is yonder a tempest , driving dark from the west ? Then is our doom made sure . Who can say , who knows whither we're ...
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... onward , thy burden bearing , Knowing no helper , or whither art faring . Through fog - banks thou goest Aimless and blind , and no guidance thou knowest . On dost thou mind thee ? All that thou dost but the tighter doth bind thee . Say ...
... onward , thy burden bearing , Knowing no helper , or whither art faring . Through fog - banks thou goest Aimless and blind , and no guidance thou knowest . On dost thou mind thee ? All that thou dost but the tighter doth bind thee . Say ...
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... onward , Shaking the earth , Trees fled before it like living creatures . ... The hurricane tore with the speed of an arrow , Onward it dashed , Uprooted and crashed , Flung out and smashed Houses in thousands of splinters . Then the ...
... onward , Shaking the earth , Trees fled before it like living creatures . ... The hurricane tore with the speed of an arrow , Onward it dashed , Uprooted and crashed , Flung out and smashed Houses in thousands of splinters . Then the ...
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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.