Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... shalt thou not in thy fairest springtime , Within thy grasp Many the youthful years and fruitful Yet thou shalt know . Death claims life's autumn , Spring now is calling . " " Thinkest thou women like cattle are lifted ? Deluded man ...
... shalt thou not in thy fairest springtime , Within thy grasp Many the youthful years and fruitful Yet thou shalt know . Death claims life's autumn , Spring now is calling . " " Thinkest thou women like cattle are lifted ? Deluded man ...
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... shalt but fill my straining mainsail With thy tempest - breath of destruction , Thy raging billows shall bear more swiftly My little craft into quiet waters . What if I stand alone at the rudder , Forsaken by all , and by death ...
... shalt but fill my straining mainsail With thy tempest - breath of destruction , Thy raging billows shall bear more swiftly My little craft into quiet waters . What if I stand alone at the rudder , Forsaken by all , and by death ...
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... 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.
... 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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... shalt Thou have ; for sparks from the steel bright flying Kindle Thy fire , consuming things rotten , and lighting The world in the coming years . Drive them to battle , with zeal my heart is flaming , Cast me upon the pyre , if thereby ...
... shalt Thou have ; for sparks from the steel bright flying Kindle Thy fire , consuming things rotten , and lighting The world in the coming years . Drive them to battle , with zeal my heart is flaming , Cast me upon the pyre , if thereby ...
Сторінка 88
... shalt thou for Him forsake , — And joyous the burden bore , Until He came In our banishment's bitter shame .. Called for our help . We await Here on this field our fate ! Whether for loss of our land we grieve , Or 88 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
... shalt thou for Him forsake , — And joyous the burden bore , Until He came In our banishment's bitter shame .. Called for our help . We await Here on this field our fate ! Whether for loss of our land we grieve , Or 88 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
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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.