Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... heavens , Raising its yellow lantern , Lighted his face for a moment , Revealing it clear , and went out . Wild cried the folk , drew their swords : " Arnljot Gelline , ay , it is he ! Varg i veum , what wilt thou here ? Dost yearn for ...
... heavens , Raising its yellow lantern , Lighted his face for a moment , Revealing it clear , and went out . Wild cried the folk , drew their swords : " Arnljot Gelline , ay , it is he ! Varg i veum , what wilt thou here ? Dost yearn for ...
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... 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 men were we both . " Of the forty we saw there ...
... 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 men were we both . " Of the forty we saw there ...
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... heaven . " Power hast thou to work thy will , Is like But all thou gainest my father to strike me down , Only my loss , Little by little , and tear upon tear , Only my grief , Silently melting my life like snow , Sigh upon sigh , Until ...
... heaven . " Power hast thou to work thy will , Is like But all thou gainest my father to strike me down , Only my loss , Little by little , and tear upon tear , Only my grief , Silently melting my life like snow , Sigh upon sigh , Until ...
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... heavens bend down , and the shores are calling , It is restless ever , and knows no yielding . In the nights of summer , the winter tempests , It voices ever its plaint of longing . For the sea , for the sea , my spirit is yearning ...
... heavens bend down , and the shores are calling , It is restless ever , and knows no yielding . In the nights of summer , the winter tempests , It voices ever its plaint of longing . For the sea , for the sea , my spirit is yearning ...
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... heavens . My ship snuffs the breeze , and lays its broadside Exultant against the foaming billows . of • Singing the ... heaven upon my pathway ! And then all at once in the final hour To note the nails in my timbers yielding , And death ...
... heavens . My ship snuffs the breeze , and lays its broadside Exultant against the foaming billows . of • Singing the ... heaven upon my pathway ! And then all at once in the final hour To note the nails in my timbers yielding , And death ...
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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.