Icelandic Poetry, or the Edda of Saemund

Icelandic Poetry, or the Edda of Saemund

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1797 edition. Excerpt: ...who he was. THOR. Thou wert blest with many a maid. HARBARD. Then, O Thor! I miss'd thy aid. One there was like orient morn, And graceful as of Goddess born. THOR. Surely she had been thy bride; But fate my presence there deny'd. HARBARD. They who once their friends deceive, Friends seldom afterwards believe. THOR. Think'st thou I'm like those mortal shoes, Made indurate by vernal dews? " Made indurate."--This is a northern proverb to denote a false friend; because a shoe that has become stiff, hurts the foot of the wearer which it was meant to defend. HARBARD. While I enjoy'd the maiden's smile, What did mighty Thor the while? THOR. In Helseyia's lands I slew, The partners of a giant crew. Just, my vengeance on them fell--Deep skill'd in every magic spell. HARBARD. Bravely done, I own, great Thor! On feeble women to make war. THOR. fWolves they were, all mortals swore; And only form of women bore. " The partners."--These were the wives of the Berserki; who were giants remarkably fierce, and skilled in magic. f " Wolves, &c."--The whole of Thor's answer is spoken ironically. They daslsd my vessel on the sands, That hore me oft to distant lands: An iron scourge they twisted then, And drove me back to Thialsen. What meanwhile can Harbard boast? HARB ARD. I amid a warlike host, Sublime the floating banners bore, And dipp'd my javelin in gore. THOR. Thou, offspring of the sordid earth, To me of high celestial birth, Offered'st thy bare conditions then, And sought for peace 'twixt Gods and men. HARBARD. The contest of the ring I know, Made thee once my bitter foe: Yet still the judges thought it fair, Tho' scrutiniz'd with greatest care. THOR. Whence dost thou those gibes relate, Pointed with malignant hate?...show more

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  • Paperback | 46 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 100g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236568559
  • 9781236568557