Arnljot GellineAmerican-Scandinavian foundation, 1917 - 155 стор. |
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... wounds Blood - stained is all my track . Which of us stands in the other's debt ? Which can demand an accounting ? Iamtlanders all , to me is your debt Far more than a life is worth . " At times when alone I am sitting In the deep ...
... wounds Blood - stained is all my track . Which of us stands in the other's debt ? Which can demand an accounting ? Iamtlanders all , to me is your debt Far more than a life is worth . " At times when alone I am sitting In the deep ...
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... Wound o'er the hill - side , the whole valley revealed , The skalds sang at the prospect At eventide . First came the song of Tormod , He who was called Kolbrunarskald ; At his voice every man of them heartened And listened . The hills ...
... Wound o'er the hill - side , the whole valley revealed , The skalds sang at the prospect At eventide . First came the song of Tormod , He who was called Kolbrunarskald ; At his voice every man of them heartened And listened . The hills ...
Сторінка 67
... Bjarköi , and sacrifice To Odin . Sooner bear gaping wounds Than be faithless . " Up rose then the whole army , With jubilant shouts and blows on shields ringing . Gripped by their mood so joyous Said the King then THE SUMMER MARCH 67.
... Bjarköi , and sacrifice To Odin . Sooner bear gaping wounds Than be faithless . " Up rose then the whole army , With jubilant shouts and blows on shields ringing . Gripped by their mood so joyous Said the King then THE SUMMER MARCH 67.
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... wound Its course through the fields and the mead , Slow - flowing and wide . Peace reigned supreme . But from the fjord , in the distance , Came the enemy . Dismounted the King . Round about Stiklestad's height Should his host The power ...
... wound Its course through the fields and the mead , Slow - flowing and wide . Peace reigned supreme . But from the fjord , in the distance , Came the enemy . Dismounted the King . Round about Stiklestad's height Should his host The power ...
Сторінка 112
... sword cleaving A way . From the King now parted , Forced himself Tormod , Bleeding and trembling , Forward , Found the King death - weary O'er a rock bending , Saw Tore Hund dealing Him wounds , Saw Kalv of I 12 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
... sword cleaving A way . From the King now parted , Forced himself Tormod , Bleeding and trembling , Forward , Found the King death - weary O'er a rock bending , Saw Tore Hund dealing Him wounds , Saw Kalv of I 12 ARNLJOT GELLINE.
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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.