Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... smiled Proud as a god in the grove , The bonders shrank back , but muttered Heavily words of defiance . Breaking was unloosed upon them The tempest that heralds the strife , - Then arose Lawman Tore , Rapping for silence and heed . Old ...
... smiled Proud as a god in the grove , The bonders shrank back , but muttered Heavily words of defiance . Breaking was unloosed upon them The tempest that heralds the strife , - Then arose Lawman Tore , Rapping for silence and heed . Old ...
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... Smiled he for once in his life , Sent homeward his greetings , and fell . " Like a long - haired , sore - smitten wolf Drag I about my heavy loss , And from my gaping wounds Blood - stained is all my track . Which of us stands in the ...
... Smiled he for once in his life , Sent homeward his greetings , and fell . " Like a long - haired , sore - smitten wolf Drag I about my heavy loss , And from my gaping wounds Blood - stained is all my track . Which of us stands in the ...
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... smile , Fair as the blush of the dawning On the ash - gray peak of the mountain . Her hands she clasped round his head , In his belt she planted her feet , Never a strong man's shoulder A nobler burden bore ! How then were shamed the ...
... smile , Fair as the blush of the dawning On the ash - gray peak of the mountain . Her hands she clasped round his head , In his belt she planted her feet , Never a strong man's shoulder A nobler burden bore ! How then were shamed the ...
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... Smiled then Arnljot , in words replying Low - spoken like hers : " Mournest thou sore for thy fallen father , Mourn I as well . Each of us now has won what he willed , Won his revenge ; Our union this night shall be as atonement For the ...
... Smiled then Arnljot , in words replying Low - spoken like hers : " Mournest thou sore for thy fallen father , Mourn I as well . Each of us now has won what he willed , Won his revenge ; Our union this night shall be as atonement For the ...
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... smiled . Cheerfully all of the others laughed , Alone the bishop rose , and , serious , Went with the two the way they had come , The army past , Deep into the woods where were their men . Fire after fire now was quenched : One alone ...
... smiled . Cheerfully all of the others laughed , Alone the bishop rose , and , serious , Went with the two the way they had come , The army past , Deep into the woods where were their men . Fire after fire now was quenched : One alone ...
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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.