Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... fell in the night . Rumors were rife . In Iamtland Often they found their way To the hearing of gentle maidens And of deep - thinking men ; Filling their dreams with omens , Warning them in the daytime , Glimmering like snow in sunlight ...
... fell in the night . Rumors were rife . In Iamtland Often they found their way To the hearing of gentle maidens And of deep - thinking men ; Filling their dreams with omens , Warning them in the daytime , Glimmering like snow in sunlight ...
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... his gaze ; Slowly he bowed his head . Then fell Sorrowful words from his lips , Hopeless as autumn rains . " Rife in these latter days are rumors Of how it is that in Norway Olaf , of men known as Digre , Fashions with 12 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
... his gaze ; Slowly he bowed his head . Then fell Sorrowful words from his lips , Hopeless as autumn rains . " Rife in these latter days are rumors Of how it is that in Norway Olaf , of men known as Digre , Fashions with 12 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
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... fell a silence , His every word was clear . " Robber you called me when hither I came .... But you forget , Iamtlanders , That first you robbed me of all That made life precious to me . Highwayman also you called me , But you forget ...
... fell a silence , His every word was clear . " Robber you called me when hither I came .... But you forget , Iamtlanders , That first you robbed me of all That made life precious to me . Highwayman also you called me , But you forget ...
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... fell the roof - tree , High laughed the flames to the heavens , My father lay there beneath them , Breathing a prayer for revenge . Vikar was fourteen winters Old , and eight I had seen , But when from Torsvold we departed Full - grown ...
... fell the roof - tree , High laughed the flames to the heavens , My father lay there beneath them , Breathing a prayer for revenge . Vikar was fourteen winters Old , and eight I had seen , But when from Torsvold we departed Full - grown ...
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... fell . " Like a long - haired , sore - smitten wolf Drag I about my heavy loss , And from my gaping wounds Blood - stained is all my track . Which of us stands in the other's debt ? Which can demand an accounting ? Iamtlanders all , to ...
... fell . " Like a long - haired , sore - smitten wolf Drag I about my heavy loss , And from my gaping wounds Blood - stained is all my track . Which of us stands in the other's debt ? Which can demand an accounting ? Iamtlanders all , to ...
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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.