Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... Should with Ingigerd's snow - white hand On the highwayman now be bestowed . Hardly a home in the village Bore not the mark of Arnljot's sword , Ruddier yet than his scarlet cloak Ran the blood from 20 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
... Should with Ingigerd's snow - white hand On the highwayman now be bestowed . Hardly a home in the village Bore not the mark of Arnljot's sword , Ruddier yet than his scarlet cloak Ran the blood from 20 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
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... bore all the hope of his race Hid in her blushing thought , She should be offered up ? She who stood for the only hope At eventide left to his life , • • • Should now like a new - kindled light be quenched In a draught from an open door ...
... bore all the hope of his race Hid in her blushing thought , She should be offered up ? She who stood for the only hope At eventide left to his life , • • • Should now like a new - kindled light be quenched In a draught from an open door ...
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... bore ! How then were shamed the Iamtlanders , Exultantly bearding Gelline : " Every man of us here will defend her , Take her from us , if you can ! " THIRD SONG THE CAPTURE OF INGIGERD FOURTEEN nights later Trand AT THE WINTER - THING 23.
... bore ! How then were shamed the Iamtlanders , Exultantly bearding Gelline : " Every man of us here will defend her , Take her from us , if you can ! " THIRD SONG THE CAPTURE OF INGIGERD FOURTEEN nights later Trand AT THE WINTER - THING 23.
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... Bore they the booty , Carried the corn and drove the cattle , Clearing their way ; Forward forged Arnljot , Ingigerd resting Light in his arms . But her tear - drops • On his face were falling . While all around was tumult and laughter ...
... Bore they the booty , Carried the corn and drove the cattle , Clearing their way ; Forward forged Arnljot , Ingigerd resting Light in his arms . But her tear - drops • On his face were falling . While all around was tumult and laughter ...
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... bore , Caves roofed him , and there was fire - wood . Sought he one evening a safer shelter , Found it too , a cavern protected By rough - hewn timbers , Long since built by Finns for their shelter , Or by hunted outlaw - folk . From ...
... bore , Caves roofed him , and there was fire - wood . Sought he one evening a safer shelter , Found it too , a cavern protected By rough - hewn timbers , Long since built by Finns for their shelter , Or by hunted outlaw - folk . From ...
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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.