Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... mountain , and tree , Stormy skies and clear , And the Yule - tide near , See the vale below them , dotted with its lights ! How they go hurrying , How they go scurrying ! Iamtlanders follow , a drunken rout , Unleashing their ...
... mountain , and tree , Stormy skies and clear , And the Yule - tide near , See the vale below them , dotted with its lights ! How they go hurrying , How they go scurrying ! Iamtlanders follow , a drunken rout , Unleashing their ...
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... mountain , and tree , Stormy skies and clear , And the Yule - tide near , Norway lies below them dotted with its lights . How they go hurrying , How they go scurrying ! " Here is your country , you now are secure ; Greet King Olaf , for ...
... mountain , and tree , Stormy skies and clear , And the Yule - tide near , Norway lies below them dotted with its lights . How they go hurrying , How they go scurrying ! " Here is your country , you now are secure ; Greet King Olaf , for ...
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... helm streams his hair , In the fanning wind , as away he doth fare , And his warrior - height Towers in sight Above the birches on the grassy mountain - slope . SECOND SONG AT THE WINTER - THING YEAR upon year 6 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
... helm streams his hair , In the fanning wind , as away he doth fare , And his warrior - height Towers in sight Above the birches on the grassy mountain - slope . SECOND SONG AT THE WINTER - THING YEAR upon year 6 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
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... i veum , what wilt thou here ? Dost yearn for the sight of Hel ? " Swords were singing and shields were ringing , Surged the folk like a mountain - torrent ; Steadfast stood Gelline , Shouted above the crowd : Many AT THE WINTER - THING II.
... i veum , what wilt thou here ? Dost yearn for the sight of Hel ? " Swords were singing and shields were ringing , Surged the folk like a mountain - torrent ; Steadfast stood Gelline , Shouted above the crowd : Many AT THE WINTER - THING II.
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... mountain . Her hands she clasped round his head , In his belt she planted her feet , Never a strong man's shoulder A nobler burden bore ! How then were shamed the Iamtlanders , Exultantly bearding Gelline : " Every man of us here will ...
... mountain . Her hands she clasped round his head , In his belt she planted her feet , Never a strong man's shoulder A nobler burden bore ! How then were shamed the Iamtlanders , Exultantly bearding Gelline : " Every man of us here will ...
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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.