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... Pondering o'er the replies , Pounded the table and swore : " Loki has broken his bonds ! " Then when the drink overcame him , And down on the settle he dropped , Saw he the vision of Olaf Digre Majestic in Odin's AT THE WINTER - THING 9.
... Pondering o'er the replies , Pounded the table and swore : " Loki has broken his bonds ! " Then when the drink overcame him , And down on the settle he dropped , Saw he the vision of Olaf Digre Majestic in Odin's AT THE WINTER - THING 9.
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. Saw he the vision of Olaf Digre Majestic in Odin's seat , Vowed ' t was a wile of the Jotuns , Sought to strike out with his fist , Failed him the effort , then sank he Down in a drunken sleep . Midwinter at hand ...
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson. Saw he the vision of Olaf Digre Majestic in Odin's seat , Vowed ' t was a wile of the Jotuns , Sought to strike out with his fist , Failed him the effort , then sank he Down in a drunken sleep . Midwinter at hand ...
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... vision shown . See how for thee she is praying , On her bended knees now planted ! " In his sinful pathway straying , Be to him salvation granted ! " How unfailing ... O'er all sinful dreams prevailing , See her raising Hands to God ...
... vision shown . See how for thee she is praying , On her bended knees now planted ! " In his sinful pathway straying , Be to him salvation granted ! " How unfailing ... O'er all sinful dreams prevailing , See her raising Hands to God ...
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... vision marched a procession Of holy men and white - clad children , Chanting hymns to bells soft chiming , Bearing torches , wreaths , and crosses . Thereafter soldiers , tall and hardened , Bearing weapons , shields , and banners , And ...
... vision marched a procession Of holy men and white - clad children , Chanting hymns to bells soft chiming , Bearing torches , wreaths , and crosses . Thereafter soldiers , tall and hardened , Bearing weapons , shields , and banners , And ...
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... Raised in my soul the vision , With laughter and gladness it filled my heart : The world entire I lastly Then beheld . My spirit it seemed to invoke As in farewell . " " Lord , " the bishop then answered : " THE SUMMER MARCH 19.
... Raised in my soul the vision , With laughter and gladness it filled my heart : The world entire I lastly Then beheld . My spirit it seemed to invoke As in farewell . " " Lord , " the bishop then answered : " THE SUMMER MARCH 19.
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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.