Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... god in the grove , The bonders shrank back , but muttered Heavily words of defiance . Breaking was unloosed upon them The tempest that heralds the strife , - Then arose Lawman Tore , Rapping for silence and heed . Old he stood there and ...
... god in the grove , The bonders shrank back , but muttered Heavily words of defiance . Breaking was unloosed upon them The tempest that heralds the strife , - Then arose Lawman Tore , Rapping for silence and heed . Old he stood there and ...
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... God's own side , From grief find rest On Jesus ' breast . Rest thy burden of sorrow On Horeb's height ; Like the lark , with the morrow Shall thy soul take flight . Here stilled is all yearning , No passion returning ; THE CLOISTER IN ...
... God's own side , From grief find rest On Jesus ' breast . Rest thy burden of sorrow On Horeb's height ; Like the lark , with the morrow Shall thy soul take flight . Here stilled is all yearning , No passion returning ; THE CLOISTER IN ...
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... gods On mankind and his grief . " " Fair art thou , and thy speech consoling , The coasts of death lie indeed before us , Far more blissful to rise with thee to honor , Than sink in the ice - cold sea . " Where then lies it , that ...
... gods On mankind and his grief . " " Fair art thou , and thy speech consoling , The coasts of death lie indeed before us , Far more blissful to rise with thee to honor , Than sink in the ice - cold sea . " Where then lies it , that ...
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... gods , Later itself it will sing . " Answered Arnljot : " If but to strife Shall I from the coasts of death be carried , To battle unending without danger and aimless , Sink will I rather here . " A vain thing seems to me the gods ...
... gods , Later itself it will sing . " Answered Arnljot : " If but to strife Shall I from the coasts of death be carried , To battle unending without danger and aimless , Sink will I rather here . " A vain thing seems to me the gods ...
Сторінка 47
... God , rapt upward gazing : " Saviour , God , do not forsake me , For Thee yearning , to Thee take me ! " Aimless thy course against destiny beating , Fallen and outcast THE LURE OF DREAMS 47.
... God , rapt upward gazing : " Saviour , God , do not forsake me , For Thee yearning , to Thee take me ! " Aimless thy course against destiny beating , Fallen and outcast THE LURE OF DREAMS 47.
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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.