Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... Naught then she named , nothing she answered , Downcast her gaze . • Then he embraced her more closely , and whispered : " If ' tis thy will , Now shall we fly from the world and all others , Building our home Afar from the crowd and ...
... Naught then she named , nothing she answered , Downcast her gaze . • Then he embraced her more closely , and whispered : " If ' tis thy will , Now shall we fly from the world and all others , Building our home Afar from the crowd and ...
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... naught that is living will not bow down to Arnljot's will . Power can threaten , Power can charm . " " Nay , one thing is living , its name is hatred ; Ne'er hast thou heard : Power is mighty , love is mightier , Mightiest hate ...
... naught that is living will not bow down to Arnljot's will . Power can threaten , Power can charm . " " Nay , one thing is living , its name is hatred ; Ne'er hast thou heard : Power is mighty , love is mightier , Mightiest hate ...
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... Naught better the future reveals to thy view . " Up I soar , my longings sating , All to Thee now consecrating . Enraptured doth my soul confess Thee , More and more I would possess Thee . My heart hath brought me To the faith that Thou ...
... Naught better the future reveals to thy view . " Up I soar , my longings sating , All to Thee now consecrating . Enraptured doth my soul confess Thee , More and more I would possess Thee . My heart hath brought me To the faith that Thou ...
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... naught that he saw , But by naught that he heard . Mysterious thunder afar - off pealed , Mocking laughter he seemed to hear From the grassy slopes around : " Far off in Gyga Heard I my pigs a - grunting . Fie ! for a reek of fire in ...
... naught that he saw , But by naught that he heard . Mysterious thunder afar - off pealed , Mocking laughter he seemed to hear From the grassy slopes around : " Far off in Gyga Heard I my pigs a - grunting . Fie ! for a reek of fire in ...
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... naught for myself , Thy throne I am build- ing Up from the stones that fell piece by piece from my own . Thou seest , Lord , How poor is the stuff I must use ; Sinful myself , Half - tamed many who follow . . . Weak such foundation ...
... naught for myself , Thy throne I am build- ing Up from the stones that fell piece by piece from my own . Thou seest , Lord , How poor is the stuff I must use ; Sinful myself , Half - tamed many who follow . . . Weak such foundation ...
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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.