Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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Сторінка 9
... stood pale at the doorway , Dared not the horn replenish , Terrified picturing Odin , who Noseless sat there and slept . Drunkenly Trand thumped the table : " Lies are these tales and witchcraft - work ! Tallow - face , fetch us the ...
... stood pale at the doorway , Dared not the horn replenish , Terrified picturing Odin , who Noseless sat there and slept . Drunkenly Trand thumped the table : " Lies are these tales and witchcraft - work ! Tallow - face , fetch us the ...
Сторінка 10
... Stood all ready to smite . The horses whinnied , at halters strained , Turned away from their fodder , Bloodthirsty Odin they scented , And his croaking attendant ravens . The folk all gathered together , More than the place could lodge ...
... Stood all ready to smite . The horses whinnied , at halters strained , Turned away from their fodder , Bloodthirsty Odin they scented , And his croaking attendant ravens . The folk all gathered together , More than the place could lodge ...
Сторінка 11
... veum , what wilt thou here ? Dost yearn for the sight of Hel ? " Swords were singing and shields were ringing , Surged the folk like a mountain - torrent ; Steadfast stood Gelline , Shouted above the crowd : Many AT THE WINTER - THING II.
... veum , what wilt thou here ? Dost yearn for the sight of Hel ? " Swords were singing and shields were ringing , Surged the folk like a mountain - torrent ; Steadfast stood Gelline , Shouted above the crowd : Many AT THE WINTER - THING II.
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... stood there and mighty , Looked at the Iamtlanders all around , As were he regretfully seeking Faces of olden times , Or as heard he stirring to meet him The tremulous stream of irresolute thoughts Groping for strength and courage ...
... stood there and mighty , Looked at the Iamtlanders all around , As were he regretfully seeking Faces of olden times , Or as heard he stirring to meet him The tremulous stream of irresolute thoughts Groping for strength and courage ...
Сторінка 13
... gray - woven , storm - laden , Hangs o'er the boughs of the forest , Weighed Lawman Tore's words Heavily on his hearers ' mood . Bent stood the men , and silent , Wrapped in shame and remorse . Each man his past AT THE WINTER - THING 13.
... gray - woven , storm - laden , Hangs o'er the boughs of the forest , Weighed Lawman Tore's words Heavily on his hearers ' mood . Bent stood the men , and silent , Wrapped in shame and remorse . Each man his past AT THE WINTER - THING 13.
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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.