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Сторінка 32
... gave peace To my soul , and blessed me ; It offered release From the grief that oppressed me . Let me in , so if peace to give be thine , I may make it mine ! " " Name me the grief that thy life hath crossed . " " Rest may I never ...
... gave peace To my soul , and blessed me ; It offered release From the grief that oppressed me . Let me in , so if peace to give be thine , I may make it mine ! " " Name me the grief that thy life hath crossed . " " Rest may I never ...
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... Gave thee my pigs for his sport . Amid the trees hidden , Lay he and laughed , The rascal ! " Again he was lifted— ; the hill - tops Were twisted this way and that , The skies sank down below , The river rose flowing above them Through ...
... Gave thee my pigs for his sport . Amid the trees hidden , Lay he and laughed , The rascal ! " Again he was lifted— ; the hill - tops Were twisted this way and that , The skies sank down below , The river rose flowing above them Through ...
Сторінка 61
... gave me . But saw I ever farther . Tröndelag saw I , blue and yellow it lay ; Yes , saw I the summer over All Norway , Fjords with meadows and woods Among the mountains . " Pierced then my gaze yet farther Out o'er the sea to distant ...
... gave me . But saw I ever farther . Tröndelag saw I , blue and yellow it lay ; Yes , saw I the summer over All Norway , Fjords with meadows and woods Among the mountains . " Pierced then my gaze yet farther Out o'er the sea to distant ...
Сторінка 65
... First came the song of Tormod , He who was called Kolbrunarskald ; At his voice every man of them heartened And listened . The hills and the mighty forests Gave answer . " The land we see , " so sang he THE SUMMER MARCH 65.
... First came the song of Tormod , He who was called Kolbrunarskald ; At his voice every man of them heartened And listened . The hills and the mighty forests Gave answer . " The land we see , " so sang he THE SUMMER MARCH 65.
Сторінка 68
... hearers responses Tempestuous . The stave they learned ; they sang it Almost before he himself had ended with it , Jubilant caught and repeated , And sang it . ... The hills and the mighty forests Gave answer . Then 68 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
... hearers responses Tempestuous . The stave they learned ; they sang it Almost before he himself had ended with it , Jubilant caught and repeated , And sang it . ... The hills and the mighty forests Gave answer . Then 68 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
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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.