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The Sea-King

A metrical romance, in six cantos. With notes, historical and illustrative. By J. Stanyan Bigg
  

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But yet the poison of his heated breath

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Drank up the soul of Thor; and night
Came swimming o'er the orbs of sight,
That closed themselves in death!
Odin now wages ineffectual war
With Fenris, the fierce wolf.
Alas! the hour is come,—the hour of death;
Fall'n and o'erpowered by hellish might,
His soul is quenched in deepest night,
And Odin yields his life, out-issuing with his breath.
The Demon Dog, that chained to Gniper's cave,
Howled like a shrieking spectre o'er a grave,—
The fierce dog Garmer, gnaws the plain,
By Tyr's superior strength subdued;
But he too falls, one sanguine stain
Proves the dread issue of their feud.