قراءة كتاب The Story Of Frithiof The Bold 1875

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The Story Of Frithiof The Bold 1875

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Meadows;
          Now while the storm is wailing
          Farewell I bid you maidens,
          Still shall ye love us, sweet ones,
          Though Ellidi the sea fill."

Said Biorn: "Thou mightest well find other work to do than singing songs over the maids of Baldur's Meadows."

"Of such work shall I not speedily run dry, though," said Frithiof. Then they bore up north to the sounds nigh those isles that are called Solundir, and therewith was the gale at its hardest.

Then sang Frithiof:

          "Now is the sea a-swelling,
          And sweepeth the rack onward;
          Spells of old days cast o'er us
          Make ocean all unquiet;
          No more shall we be striving
          Mid storm with wash of billows,
          But Solundir shall shelter
          Our ship with ice-beat rock-walls."

So they lay to under the lee of the isles hight Solundir, and were minded to abide there; but straightway thereon the wind fell: then they turned away from under the lee of the islands, and now their voyage seemed hopeful to them, because the wind was fair awhile: but soon it began to freshen again.

Then sang Frithiof:

          "In days foredone
          From Foreness strand
          I rowed to meet
          Maid Ingibiorg;
          But now I sail
          Through chilly storm
          And wide away
          My long-worm driveth."

And now when they were come far out into the main, once more the sea waxed wondrous troubled, and a storm arose with so great drift of snow, that none might see the stem from the stern; and they shipped seas, so that they must be ever a-baling. So Frithiof sang:

          "The salt waves see we nought
          As seaward drive we ever
          Before the witch-wrought weather,
          We well-famed kings'-defenders:
          Here are we all a-standing,
          With all Solundir hull-down,
          Eighteen brave lads a-baling
          Black Ellidi to bring home."

Said Biorn: "Needs must he who fareth far fall in with diverse hap."

"Yea, certes, foster-brother," said Frithiof. And he sang withal:

          "Helgi it is that helpeth
          The white-head billows' waxing;
          Cold time unlike the kissing
          In the close of Baldut's Meadow!
          So is the hate of Helgi
          To that heart's love she giveth.
          O would that here I held her,
          Gift high above all giving!"

"Maybe," said Biorn, "she is looking higher than thou now art: what matter when all is said?"

"Well," says Frithiof, "now is the time to show ourselves to be men of avail, though blither tide it was at Baldur's Meadows."

So they turned to in manly wise, for there were the bravest of men come together in the best ship of the Northlands. But Frithiof sang a stave:

          "So come in the West-sea,
          Nought see I the billows,
          The sea-water seemeth
          As sweeping of wild-fire.
          Topple the rollers,
          Toss the hills swan-white,
          Ellidi wallows
          O'er steep of the wave-hills."

Then they shipped a huge sea, so that all stood a-baling. But Frithiof sang:

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