Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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Сторінка xi
... sorrow to these two step- children of destiny , and let it be remoulded into sympathy -just as Shakspere had transferred his disappointment and pain in a time that was out of joint to Hamlet and Troilus , to Timon and Lear , and thereby ...
... sorrow to these two step- children of destiny , and let it be remoulded into sympathy -just as Shakspere had transferred his disappointment and pain in a time that was out of joint to Hamlet and Troilus , to Timon and Lear , and thereby ...
Сторінка 32
... sorrow is thine , and what thy sin ? " " The deepest sorrow the heart can know . I have nothing done , Yet must still endeavor , Though my strength be none , To wander ever . Let me in , to seek for my pain surcease , I can find no ...
... sorrow is thine , and what thy sin ? " " The deepest sorrow the heart can know . I have nothing done , Yet must still endeavor , Though my strength be none , To wander ever . Let me in , to seek for my pain surcease , I can find no ...
Сторінка 33
... side , From grief find rest On Jesus ' breast . Rest thy burden of sorrow On Horeb's height ; Like the lark , with the morrow Shall thy soul take flight . Here stilled is all yearning , No passion returning ; THE CLOISTER IN THE SOUTH 33.
... side , From grief find rest On Jesus ' breast . Rest thy burden of sorrow On Horeb's height ; Like the lark , with the morrow Shall thy soul take flight . Here stilled is all yearning , No passion returning ; THE CLOISTER IN THE SOUTH 33.
Сторінка 35
... sorrow mirrors . But also the sun gives it light - warm greeting , And blithely tells of the joy of living . Yet moodily quiet , and ice - cold ever In its depths are swallowed comfort and sorrow . The full moon draws it , the hurricane ...
... sorrow mirrors . But also the sun gives it light - warm greeting , And blithely tells of the joy of living . Yet moodily quiet , and ice - cold ever In its depths are swallowed comfort and sorrow . The full moon draws it , the hurricane ...
Сторінка 48
... sorrow . On eternity verging , Thy life without content in nothingness merging . Have done ! The past dost thou rue , Naught better the future reveals to thy view . " Up I soar , my longings sating , All to Thee now consecrating ...
... sorrow . On eternity verging , Thy life without content in nothingness merging . Have done ! The past dost thou rue , Naught better the future reveals to thy view . " Up I soar , my longings sating , All to Thee now consecrating ...
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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.