Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... forest . How they go hurrying , How they go scurrying ! Doomed to the altar , a messenger pair , Cared for and fattened , now free do they fare , Christian men twain , Catch them again ! Hungrily howl the ancient wolves of Odin . How ...
... forest . How they go hurrying , How they go scurrying ! Doomed to the altar , a messenger pair , Cared for and fattened , now free do they fare , Christian men twain , Catch them again ! Hungrily howl the ancient wolves of Odin . How ...
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... forest . How they went hurrying , How they went scurrying ! In they crept , kindled fire ' gainst the winter's rigor , Food he set forth , and restored them to vigor , Then landed with a leap On the loft for sleep , Heaving men and ...
... forest . How they went hurrying , How they went scurrying ! In they crept , kindled fire ' gainst the winter's rigor , Food he set forth , and restored them to vigor , Then landed with a leap On the loft for sleep , Heaving men and ...
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... forest . How they go hurrying , How they go scurrying ! Three men on a single pair of ski , Rushing past village , and mountain , and tree , Stormy skies and clear , And the Yule - tide near , Norway lies below them dotted with its ...
... forest . How they go hurrying , How they go scurrying ! Three men on a single pair of ski , Rushing past village , and mountain , and tree , Stormy skies and clear , And the Yule - tide near , Norway lies below them dotted with its ...
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... forests of Iamtland ; White behind them lay Norway Gleaming with snow - clad peaks . ' T was there that Olaf the ... forest The house of the heathen priest , Snug and warm for the wanderer . Trand was his name , one daughter Alone he ...
... forests of Iamtland ; White behind them lay Norway Gleaming with snow - clad peaks . ' T was there that Olaf the ... forest The house of the heathen priest , Snug and warm for the wanderer . Trand was his name , one daughter Alone he ...
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... - woven , storm - laden , Hangs o'er the boughs of the forest , Weighed Lawman Tore's words Heavily on his hearers ' mood . Bent stood the men , and silent , Wrapped in shame and remorse . Each man his past AT THE WINTER - THING 13.
... - woven , storm - laden , Hangs o'er the boughs of the forest , Weighed Lawman Tore's words Heavily on his hearers ' mood . Bent stood the men , and silent , Wrapped in shame and remorse . Each man his past AT THE WINTER - THING 13.
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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.