Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... . " Hear from me now , all ye Iamtland men , Of the things that happened that night : Vikar of Tiundaland , my brother , Dragged me out in the cold . Bare - legged we trudged through the snow , But AT THE WINTER - THING 15.
... . " Hear from me now , all ye Iamtland men , Of the things that happened that night : Vikar of Tiundaland , my brother , Dragged me out in the cold . Bare - legged we trudged through the snow , But AT THE WINTER - THING 15.
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... Vikar was fourteen winters Old , and eight I had seen , But when from Torsvold we departed Full - grown men were we both . " Of the forty we saw there reddened In the light of the funeral pyre , Pale now have waxed nine and thirty , Ne ...
... Vikar was fourteen winters Old , and eight I had seen , But when from Torsvold we departed Full - grown men were we both . " Of the forty we saw there reddened In the light of the funeral pyre , Pale now have waxed nine and thirty , Ne ...
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... Vikar of Tiundaland ; he fared To join him with Olaf Trygvason , Sued for baptism and cleansing . Darkened was life grown for him ; First on the red day of Svolder Smiled he for once in his life , Sent homeward his greetings , and fell ...
... Vikar of Tiundaland ; he fared To join him with Olaf Trygvason , Sued for baptism and cleansing . Darkened was life grown for him ; First on the red day of Svolder Smiled he for once in his life , Sent homeward his greetings , and fell ...
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... Vikar then in my mind's eye rises , Just as he stood there of yore ; Into his great blue eyes Once more I sit and gaze . " Sitting there into hers I gaze Whom once on the ice I rescued , Blue were they also , like Vikar's , Therefore ...
... Vikar then in my mind's eye rises , Just as he stood there of yore ; Into his great blue eyes Once more I sit and gaze . " Sitting there into hers I gaze Whom once on the ice I rescued , Blue were they also , like Vikar's , Therefore ...
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... Vikar ! Like him to sail , like him plunge downward At the prow my ship in the cause of Olaf ! My ice - cold mood with my sharp keel cleaving , With the lightest zephyr my hope renewing ! Upon the helm death's clammy fingers , And the ...
... Vikar ! Like him to sail , like him plunge downward At the prow my ship in the cause of Olaf ! My ice - cold mood with my sharp keel cleaving , With the lightest zephyr my hope renewing ! Upon the helm death's clammy fingers , And 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.