Poems, Narrative and LyricalW. D. Ticknor, 1844 - 216 pagina's |
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Pagina ii
... to an angel or divinity ; but tells her ' Fair Daughter of Einar Deem high of the fate That makes thee , like this blade , Proud Egill's loved mate . ' The remarks of the author in the dedication , concerning ii PREFACE .
... to an angel or divinity ; but tells her ' Fair Daughter of Einar Deem high of the fate That makes thee , like this blade , Proud Egill's loved mate . ' The remarks of the author in the dedication , concerning ii PREFACE .
Pagina 26
... blade ; The joy of the ocean , - Of warfare and wind , Hath boune him to woo thee , And thou must be kind . So stoutly Jarl Egill wooed Torf Einar's daughter . In Jutland , in Iceland , - - On Neustria's The Wooing Song of Jarl Egill ...
... blade ; The joy of the ocean , - Of warfare and wind , Hath boune him to woo thee , And thou must be kind . So stoutly Jarl Egill wooed Torf Einar's daughter . In Jutland , in Iceland , - - On Neustria's The Wooing Song of Jarl Egill ...
Pagina 32
... do quail : Thou shalt see then how truly , My noble - souled maid , The ransom of kings can Be won by this blade . So bravely Jarl Egill did soothe the pale trembler . Ay , gaze on its large hilt , One wedge 32 THE WOOING SONG OF.
... do quail : Thou shalt see then how truly , My noble - souled maid , The ransom of kings can Be won by this blade . So bravely Jarl Egill did soothe the pale trembler . Ay , gaze on its large hilt , One wedge 32 THE WOOING SONG OF.
Pagina 33
... blade , gilt With blood of the bold . The hilt is right seemly , But nobler the blade , That swart Velint's hammer With cunning spells made ; I call it the Adder , Death lurks in its bite , Through bone and proof - harness It scatters ...
... blade , gilt With blood of the bold . The hilt is right seemly , But nobler the blade , That swart Velint's hammer With cunning spells made ; I call it the Adder , Death lurks in its bite , Through bone and proof - harness It scatters ...
Pagina 67
... blade , And hewed down the Rood ! He stuck his long sword , with Its point in the earth ; And he prayed to its cross hilt , In mockery and mirth . Thus lowly he louteth , And mumbles his beads ; Then lightly he riseth , And homeward he ...
... blade , And hewed down the Rood ! He stuck his long sword , with Its point in the earth ; And he prayed to its cross hilt , In mockery and mirth . Thus lowly he louteth , And mumbles his beads ; Then lightly he riseth , And homeward he ...
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agony Allah Andrew Henderson bark beauty blade blood bosom bower brave breath bright bright eye brow burst cauld cheek Chirrup chivalry cold dark Daughter of Einar death doom doth doun dream earth endearing Farewell feel flower foam fond frae glad Glasgow gleaming glee glory gone green Grenada hand hark hath hauberk heart heaven Heigho hour il allah Jarl Egill Jeanie Morrison kiss thee lady land leaf life's light lips Lord love's luve madness maiden merry midnight midnight wind moonshine Motherwell murmured mute Nameless Tomb ne'er night Northmen o'er ocean Ouglou ower Paisley pale proud scorn Sea-King shadows shore sigh sing Skalds skink sleep smile song sound spirit stars strand stream sweet sword tall tear thine thundering tree voice vows wandering Water wave weary weep well-a-day wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL Willie Wind and Rain wood yonder young Harald