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... his face were falling . While all around was tumult and laughter , Softly he whispered : " Lately , indeed , O fair - haired maiden , Wooed I in vain ; Now art thou borne from the wedding - banquet , THE CAPTURE OF INGIGERD.
... his face were falling . While all around was tumult and laughter , Softly he whispered : " Lately , indeed , O fair - haired maiden , Wooed I in vain ; Now art thou borne from the wedding - banquet , THE CAPTURE OF INGIGERD.
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. Now art thou borne from the wedding - banquet , Circled with fire ; The betrothal ale is spilled in the snow , Mingled with blood . Vengeful is Arnljot , Fiery his love . " Now is the goal of all my desires , Now ...
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. Now art thou borne from the wedding - banquet , Circled with fire ; The betrothal ale is spilled in the snow , Mingled with blood . Vengeful is Arnljot , Fiery his love . " Now is the goal of all my desires , Now ...
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... thou Breathe words of love ? Release me , thy hand like the pyre doth burn me This night that burned . Bear me to ... art silent ; Threaten me rather ! " " Nay , no longer I threaten , thou from me Hast stolen the strength . How hast ...
... thou Breathe words of love ? Release me , thy hand like the pyre doth burn me This night that burned . Bear me to ... art silent ; Threaten me rather ! " " Nay , no longer I threaten , thou from me Hast stolen the strength . How hast ...
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... art thou , where are we ? For weeks we sail in the night ' midst wonders . How was it thou cam'st on board , and what wilt thou with us— Is it death thou bringest , or life ? " Answered he , and the sea waxed calm : " Here lie the ...
... art thou , where are we ? For weeks we sail in the night ' midst wonders . How was it thou cam'st on board , and what wilt thou with us— Is it death thou bringest , or life ? " Answered he , and the sea waxed calm : " Here lie the ...
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... thou art yon to be spent . Here , where swelling in fury the sea thou canst hear , Is the place for a man of deeds . " Lately the tempest raged through the West , Then was it I who was passing over . Lightnings flashed as the storm ...
... thou art yon to be spent . Here , where swelling in fury the sea thou canst hear , Is the place for a man of deeds . " Lately the tempest raged through the West , Then was it I who was passing over . Lightnings flashed as the storm ...
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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.