Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... on a single throw . " Iamtlanders all , now hear me well , Since I have come to you hither : Are you as weary as Arnljot Gelline Of all this treacherous warfare ; Is your mood heavy as his ? Since the day 18 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
... on a single throw . " Iamtlanders all , now hear me well , Since I have come to you hither : Are you as weary as Arnljot Gelline Of all this treacherous warfare ; Is your mood heavy as his ? Since the day 18 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
Сторінка 32
... weary way . " " What stayed thy feet at our gate this night ? " " The chant of the nuns , for I heard them pray , And the song gave peace To my soul , and blessed me ; It offered release From the grief that oppressed me . Let me in , so ...
... weary way . " " What stayed thy feet at our gate this night ? " " The chant of the nuns , for I heard them pray , And the song gave peace To my soul , and blessed me ; It offered release From the grief that oppressed me . Let me in , so ...
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... weary scheming , And let take flight all my anxious longings : Thy cold waters shall lave my bosom . Let death come , for his prey low - lurking : A space is left us still for our playing ! Some hours I'll filch from thy covetous ...
... weary scheming , And let take flight all my anxious longings : Thy cold waters shall lave my bosom . Let death come , for his prey low - lurking : A space is left us still for our playing ! Some hours I'll filch from thy covetous ...
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... weary About spar and rigging , but find no foothold . . . To the sea , to the sea ! thither fared Vikar ! Like him to sail , like him plunge downward At the prow my ship in the cause of Olaf ! My ice - cold mood with my sharp keel ...
... weary About spar and rigging , but find no foothold . . . To the sea , to the sea ! thither fared Vikar ! Like him to sail , like him plunge downward At the prow my ship in the cause of Olaf ! My ice - cold mood with my sharp keel ...
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... weary , the warriors sank from the thwarts , The mast was snapped , cast off or splintered the rudder- They drove straight on to the cliffs . In their utmost need they called to their leader : “ Rescue us now , thou of help so scornful ...
... weary , the warriors sank from the thwarts , The mast was snapped , cast off or splintered the rudder- They drove straight on to the cliffs . In their utmost need they called to their leader : “ Rescue us now , thou of help so scornful ...
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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.