Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... o'er the plain , The peasants ' corn in the fields Was beaten down by the frost . Laden with snow was the spruce , But the birch shook the burden off . Bent was the underbrush , And frozen stiff with the cold . Sated was winter , and ...
... o'er the plain , The peasants ' corn in the fields Was beaten down by the frost . Laden with snow was the spruce , But the birch shook the burden off . Bent was the underbrush , And frozen stiff with the cold . Sated was winter , and ...
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... o'er the replies , Pounded the table and swore : " Loki has broken his bonds ! " Then when the drink overcame him , And down on the settle he dropped , Saw he the vision of Olaf Digre Majestic in Odin's AT THE WINTER - THING 9.
... o'er the replies , Pounded the table and swore : " Loki has broken his bonds ! " Then when the drink overcame him , And down on the settle he dropped , Saw he the vision of Olaf Digre Majestic in Odin's AT THE WINTER - THING 9.
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... , gray - woven , storm - laden , Hangs o'er the boughs of the forest , Weighed Lawman Tore's words Heavily on his hearers ' mood . Bent stood the men , and silent , Wrapped in shame and remorse . Each man his past AT THE WINTER - THING 13.
... , gray - woven , storm - laden , Hangs o'er the boughs of the forest , Weighed Lawman Tore's words Heavily on his hearers ' mood . Bent stood the men , and silent , Wrapped in shame and remorse . Each man his past AT THE WINTER - THING 13.
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... o'er the mind of the folk . Slowly over that sea of thought Dawned the blue - gray of the future— Either the day of appeasement , Or a flashing of northern lights ; Either she of the yellow hair And the languishing deep blue eyes , Or ...
... o'er the mind of the folk . Slowly over that sea of thought Dawned the blue - gray of the future— Either the day of appeasement , Or a flashing of northern lights ; Either she of the yellow hair And the languishing deep blue eyes , Or ...
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... o'er the starry arch , Icily cold Was the air of the night ; seeking the distance Pale was her gaze . " Speak , thou proud beauty , yon night on the ice - pack Wert thou not silent ; Those tear - smitten eyes With meaning were rich ...
... o'er the starry arch , Icily cold Was the air of the night ; seeking the distance Pale was her gaze . " Speak , thou proud beauty , yon night on the ice - pack Wert thou not silent ; Those tear - smitten eyes With meaning were rich ...
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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.