Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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Сторінка 44
... earth and the heavens , The long - ship lay like a leaf , while the billows cast A veil o'er the warriors ' eyes . Alone he there amidships stood . . . . But above the sea and the thunderous fury Caught they a glimpse of two scurrying ...
... earth and the heavens , The long - ship lay like a leaf , while the billows cast A veil o'er the warriors ' eyes . Alone he there amidships stood . . . . But above the sea and the thunderous fury Caught they a glimpse of two scurrying ...
Сторінка 46
... earth's byways , As she seeks the heavenly highways , Notes of love divinely cooing , In her bosom peace renewing . Thou ? -Driven onward , thy burden bearing , Knowing no helper , or whither art faring . Through fog - banks thou goest ...
... earth's byways , As she seeks the heavenly highways , Notes of love divinely cooing , In her bosom peace renewing . Thou ? -Driven onward , thy burden bearing , Knowing no helper , or whither art faring . Through fog - banks thou goest ...
Сторінка 49
... 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 slide , as an army ...
... 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 slide , as an army ...
Сторінка 50
... saw the last of them washed away , Forspent he stood alone in the storm , Looked about him , softly musing : " The sea in its bosom Refuses to fold me ; Little leaves me The solid earth . " Food was 50 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
... saw the last of them washed away , Forspent he stood alone in the storm , Looked about him , softly musing : " The sea in its bosom Refuses to fold me ; Little leaves me The solid earth . " Food was 50 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
Сторінка 51
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. Little leaves me The solid earth . " Food was his of the torrent's bearing , Fire himself he bore , Caves roofed him , and there was fire - wood . Sought he one evening a safer shelter , Found it too , a cavern ...
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. Little leaves me The solid earth . " Food was his of the torrent's bearing , Fire himself he bore , Caves roofed him , and there was fire - wood . Sought he one evening a safer shelter , Found it too , a cavern ...
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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.