Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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Сторінка xiii
... comparison of Björnson's work with its sources . It seems desirable to make very clear the distinction between what was supplied by the poet's creative imagination and what he took from the historical record . With this INTRODUCTION xiii.
... comparison of Björnson's work with its sources . It seems desirable to make very clear the distinction between what was supplied by the poet's creative imagination and what he took from the historical record . With this INTRODUCTION xiii.
Сторінка xiv
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. what he took from the historical record . With this object in view , practically everything in the sagas that he made use of is here reprinted - many chapters of the Saga of Olaf the Holy in the Heimskringla of ...
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. what he took from the historical record . With this object in view , practically everything in the sagas that he made use of is here reprinted - many chapters of the Saga of Olaf the Holy in the Heimskringla of ...
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... him once more will I speak , Ere I depart this night.- " Hear , Iamtlanders : ye took my father , Drove me out in the snow , Quenched all the joy in my life , Vengeance bequeathed in its stead . Of fosterland also you 16 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
... him once more will I speak , Ere I depart this night.- " Hear , Iamtlanders : ye took my father , Drove me out in the snow , Quenched all the joy in my life , Vengeance bequeathed in its stead . Of fosterland also you 16 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
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... took too my only brother , Vikar of Tiundaland ; he fared To join him with Olaf Trygvason , Sued for baptism and cleansing . Darkened was life grown for him ; First on the red day of Svolder Smiled he for once in his life , Sent ...
... took too my only brother , Vikar of Tiundaland ; he fared To join him with Olaf Trygvason , Sued for baptism and cleansing . Darkened was life grown for him ; First on the red day of Svolder Smiled he for once in his life , Sent ...
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... took her up , and away he leaped Into the gloom . 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 ...
... took her up , and away he leaped Into the gloom . 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 ...
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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.