Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... 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 they draw me in thought ...
... 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 they draw me in thought ...
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... appeasement , Or a flashing of northern lights ; Either she of the yellow hair And the languishing deep blue eyes , Or the bearded wild men of the forest , ... Camped by their fires at night ; Either the iron AT THE WINTER - THING 19.
... appeasement , Or a flashing of northern lights ; Either she of the yellow hair And the languishing deep blue eyes , Or the bearded wild men of the forest , ... Camped by their fires at night ; Either the iron AT THE WINTER - THING 19.
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... eyes , He gazed as upon a dove - cote , For there stood the daughter before the temple , With a flock of women ... eye , and quivering lip , Cheeks red at the shameful thought , Down he sprang , cleft a path through the ring , With ...
... eyes , He gazed as upon a dove - cote , For there stood the daughter before the temple , With a flock of women ... eye , and quivering lip , Cheeks red at the shameful thought , Down he sprang , cleft a path through the ring , With ...
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... eyes With meaning were rich . " Angrily raised she her head ; her bosom Heaved like the sea ; Higher and higher the billows of passion Surged , as she whispered : " No man as thee I loved aforetime ; Thou truly hast seen . None ...
... eyes With meaning were rich . " Angrily raised she her head ; her bosom Heaved like the sea ; Higher and higher the billows of passion Surged , as she whispered : " No man as thee I loved aforetime ; Thou truly hast seen . None ...
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... eye ! " Man of might , who 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 ...
... eye ! " Man of might , who 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 ...
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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.