Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... ring disappeared from Odin's hand , Him ' t was you named , demanding For Odin speedy revenge . Straight from the temple - gateway You swept like fire through the forest , On to his high - timbered house , Burned him within it , and ...
... ring disappeared from Odin's hand , Him ' t was you named , demanding For Odin speedy revenge . Straight from the temple - gateway You swept like fire through the forest , On to his high - timbered house , Burned him within it , and ...
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... ring of fire Round about the proffered peace . Now should the old man his daughter Lay in this sinister ring- Like a sacrificial offering Doomed to the glowing pyre ? Straight she had grown on the farmstead , Ripened like corn in the ...
... ring of fire Round about the proffered peace . Now should the old man his daughter Lay in this sinister ring- Like a sacrificial offering Doomed to the glowing pyre ? Straight she had grown on the farmstead , Ripened like corn in the ...
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... ring , With youthful vigor renewed , Straight to his daughter he forced his way , Raised her up on his shoulder : " Lift high your torches , thralls , That they all may behold her ! Deem ye , Iamtlanders , that such a child . May be ...
... ring , With youthful vigor renewed , Straight to his daughter he forced his way , Raised her up on his shoulder : " Lift high your torches , thralls , That they all may behold her ! Deem ye , Iamtlanders , that such a child . May be ...
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... the night shalt thou struggle ! Him who rejoices not in the battle No valkyrie shall lift up to life ; he is dead , — Barred from the warrior's ring . " As of overthrown mountains , the tempest's crash Shook the THE NORTHERN OCEAN 43.
... the night shalt thou struggle ! Him who rejoices not in the battle No valkyrie shall lift up to life ; he is dead , — Barred from the warrior's ring . " As of overthrown mountains , the tempest's crash Shook the THE NORTHERN OCEAN 43.
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... Darkness behind , Like two wild beasts they emerged from the night . Sat the King there ' midst a ring of men , The bishop , Finn Arnesson , and Björn Stallar , Behind them lay Tormod in Gissur's lap . Crouching sat IN THE CAMP.
... Darkness behind , Like two wild beasts they emerged from the night . Sat the King there ' midst a ring of men , The bishop , Finn Arnesson , and Björn Stallar , Behind them lay Tormod in Gissur's lap . Crouching sat IN THE CAMP.
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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.