Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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Сторінка 13
... silent , All of whose life was law . Speak then , thou Arnljot Gelline , Whom the Iamtlanders rather would list . Herewith is the Thing - session over , Lawman ye have no more . " Down he stepped , with trembling hand Grasping the ...
... silent , All of whose life was law . Speak then , thou Arnljot Gelline , Whom the Iamtlanders rather would list . Herewith is the Thing - session over , Lawman ye have no more . " Down he stepped , with trembling hand Grasping the ...
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... silent ; Those tear - smitten eyes With meaning were rich . " Angrily raised she her head ; her bosom Heaved like the sea ; Higher and higher the billows of passion Surged , as she whispered : " No man as thee I loved aforetime ; Thou ...
... silent ; Those tear - smitten eyes With meaning were rich . " Angrily raised she her head ; her bosom Heaved like the sea ; Higher and higher the billows of passion Surged , as she whispered : " No man as thee I loved aforetime ; Thou ...
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... Silent she sat on his arm , nor heard he Aught save her sobbing ; - Whereat slowly his stride was slackened , Until he stood still , Listened and waited , Silent and redeless . Strength goes out of me , now thou art silent ; Threaten me ...
... Silent she sat on his arm , nor heard he Aught save her sobbing ; - Whereat slowly his stride was slackened , Until he stood still , Listened and waited , Silent and redeless . Strength goes out of me , now thou art silent ; Threaten me ...
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... all dripping , And be lowered amain to the silence eternal , While my name to the shore will roll with the billows In the silent nights made bright by the moonbeams . SIXTH SONG IN THE MIST OF THE NORTHERN OCEAN DEATH'S.
... all dripping , And be lowered amain to the silence eternal , While my name to the shore will roll with the billows In the silent nights made bright by the moonbeams . SIXTH SONG IN THE MIST OF THE NORTHERN OCEAN DEATH'S.
Сторінка 72
... silent , forgetful seemed . Never a word the others uttered . Only Finn Arnesson gave them a nod ; He liked their looks ; - Once more the King questioned them : " Me will ye serve ; - - serve ye also Jesus Christ , Lord of us all ...
... silent , forgetful seemed . Never a word the others uttered . Only Finn Arnesson gave them a nod ; He liked their looks ; - Once more the King questioned them : " Me will ye serve ; - - serve ye also Jesus Christ , Lord of us all ...
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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.