Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... Heard how he cast down temples , And smashed their idols to fragments , How worms crawled out of the rotten wood , Adders , and mice , and the like . . . . ... The thrall stood pale at the doorway , Dared not the horn replenish ...
... Heard how he cast down temples , And smashed their idols to fragments , How worms crawled out of the rotten wood , Adders , and mice , and the like . . . . ... The thrall stood pale at the doorway , Dared not the horn replenish ...
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... heard he stirring to meet him The tremulous stream of irresolute thoughts Groping for strength and courage . Despondent and dim was his gaze ; Slowly he bowed his head . Then fell Sorrowful words from his lips , Hopeless as autumn rains ...
... heard he stirring to meet him The tremulous stream of irresolute thoughts Groping for strength and courage . Despondent and dim was his gaze ; Slowly he bowed his head . Then fell Sorrowful words from his lips , Hopeless as autumn rains ...
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... Heard we the shrieks of anguish . The women fled , and the cattle Madly rushed into the flames . Brightly the corn was burning , The barnyard - fowl flapped their wings , To the glee of trolls fell the roof - tree , High laughed the ...
... Heard we the shrieks of anguish . The women fled , and the cattle Madly rushed into the flames . Brightly the corn was burning , The barnyard - fowl flapped their wings , To the glee of trolls fell the roof - tree , High laughed the ...
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... heard : Power is mighty , love is mightier , Mightiest hate . " " Never has hate availed to stay me , Rather it has Roused my courage and spurred my anger , Turned it to scorn . Hardens the hated Warrior to chieftain . " " Wilt thou ...
... heard : Power is mighty , love is mightier , Mightiest hate . " " Never has hate availed to stay me , Rather it has Roused my courage and spurred my anger , Turned it to scorn . Hardens the hated Warrior to chieftain . " " Wilt thou ...
Сторінка 30
... heard he Aught save her sobbing ; - Whereat slowly his stride was slackened , Until he stood still , Listened and waited , Silent and redeless . Strength goes out of me , now thou art silent ; Threaten me rather ! " " Nay , no longer I ...
... heard he Aught save her sobbing ; - Whereat slowly his stride was slackened , Until he stood still , Listened and waited , Silent and redeless . Strength goes out of me , now thou art silent ; Threaten me rather ! " " Nay , no longer I ...
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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.