Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... sang the skalds : " Through the fury Of the western tempest Seest thou Norway's Sun uprising . Blood - red falling Its light on the mountain , As of yore blood - red Peace fell from heaven . Lofty the claim Of the cross , O King , Be ...
... sang the skalds : " Through the fury Of the western tempest Seest thou Norway's Sun uprising . Blood - red falling Its light on the mountain , As of yore blood - red Peace fell from heaven . Lofty the claim Of the cross , O King , Be ...
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... sang at the prospect At eventide . First came the song of Tormod , He who was called Kolbrunarskald ; At his voice every man of them heartened And listened . The hills and the mighty forests Gave answer . " The land we see , " so sang ...
... sang at the prospect At eventide . First came the song of Tormod , He who was called Kolbrunarskald ; At his voice every man of them heartened And listened . The hills and the mighty forests Gave answer . " The land we see , " so sang ...
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... sang he : " Once more we the land embrace , Not in farewell , but in victory's might , - Embrace will I after the battle A woman ! Waited has she , the fair one , Listening eastward , awaiting the war - cry ; - Sees in the air she the ...
... sang he : " Once more we the land embrace , Not in farewell , but in victory's might , - Embrace will I after the battle A woman ! Waited has she , the fair one , Listening eastward , awaiting the war - cry ; - Sees in the air she the ...
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... Sang then in tones of silver Toward the valley . The evening sun lighted his helmet , Over his long pale face fell coal - black hair , Dark was his eye , half - closed It gleamed , Tremulous sweet and slow His utterance . " Sooner here ...
... Sang then in tones of silver Toward the valley . The evening sun lighted his helmet , Over his long pale face fell coal - black hair , Dark was his eye , half - closed It gleamed , Tremulous sweet and slow His utterance . " Sooner here ...
Сторінка 68
... sang Tormod the mighty , In the van he rode , but backward turned his face , Drew from his hearers responses Tempestuous . The stave they learned ; they sang it Almost before he himself had ended with it , Jubilant caught and repeated ...
... sang Tormod the mighty , In the van he rode , but backward turned his face , Drew from his hearers responses Tempestuous . The stave they learned ; they sang it Almost before he himself had ended with it , Jubilant caught and repeated ...
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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.