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CHAPTER XIV. OF THE HOLMGANG AT THE
ALTHING.
The Collected Works of William Morris | ||
CHAPTER XIV. OF THE HOLMGANG AT THE ALTHING.
[Songs extracted from the prose narrative.]
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[Gunnlaug.]
“Out to isle of eel-fieldDight am I to hie me:
Give, O God, thy singer
With glaive to end the striving.
Here shall I the head cleave
Of Helga's love's devourer,
At last my bright sword bringeth
Sundering of head and body.”
[“Thou, singer, knowest not surely]
[Raven.]“Thou, singer, knowest not surely
Which of us twain shall gain it;
With edge for leg-swathe eager,
Here are the wound-scythes bare now.
In whatso-wise we wound us,
The tidings from the Thing here,
And fame of thanes' fair doings,
The fair young maid shall hear it.”
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[“Born was she for men's bickering]
[Gunnlaug.]“Born was she for men's bickering:
Sore bale hath wrought the war-stem,
And I yearned ever madly
To hold that oak-tree golden.
To me then, me destroyer
Of swan-mead's flame, unneedful
This looking on the dark-eyed,
This golden land's beholding.”
[“Moon of linen-lapped one]
[Gunnlaug.]“Moon of linen-lapped one,
Leek-sea-bearing goddess,
Hawk-keen out of heaven
Shone all bright upon me;
But that eyelid's moonbeam
Of gold-necklaced goddess
Her hath all undoing
Wrought, and me made nought of.”
CHAPTER XIV. OF THE HOLMGANG AT THE
ALTHING.
The Collected Works of William Morris | ||