2012, ISBN: 9781232295594

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustra… Plus…

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1845 Excerpt: ...vapours fly, Rests in his cell, in magic slumbers bound. Now Skada, mounted on her glander'd horse, Whose nostrils, frightful snorting, taint the gale, Each night uncheck'd pursues her baneful course: Athwart the clouds her murky sisters sail, And with loud shrieksof woe th' affrighted earth assail. Each star now veils its front, which once in guise Of lamp illumed the heavens: the seaman bold, Who, sailing in the Kattegat, (2) defies The foaming billow and the tempest cold, Hath lost his rudder; and when in despair He to his anchor needs recourse must have, Behold! the cable stiff with frozen air Cannot be bent: death rides upon the wave, And stares withbeamless eye, and shakes his icy glaive! When summer came, no sunbeam cheer'd the vale; Like slave, the wretched swain must groan and sweat: His house, his tools, his clothing he must sell; His only thoughts were rye, and oats, and wheat: He had forgotten quite to bend the knee In humble duty fore Alfader's throne: His horse was far more dignified than he; He felt with inward pang, and needs must own His watch-dog's heart more warm, more faithful than bis own. No longer now the warriors, as before, Sit at the board of their crown'd chieftain high, Gentle yet awful, worthy sons of Thor, Soft temper'd by the radiance mild of Frey: In scurrilous abuse and words of shame To jealousy and hate they now give vent; To slur and vilify his comrade's fame, More than to raise his own, each chief is bent; Ignoble quarrels mark their envious discontent. When the Scald sung, 'twas raving coarse and wild. No longer Gimle's inspiration sure; No longer from thy breast, O nature mild! He drew the milk so bountiful, so pure; His only nurses now were prejudice And discord, each a foul-mouth'd envious quean; His aim is now, deep... Weight:0.43 lbs, RareBooksClub.com, 5/14/2012 0:00:00<