Kristin
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“Deyr fé,
deyja frændr,
deyr sjálfr ið sama;
ek veit einn,
að aldri deyr:
dómr of dauðan hvern.”
―
deyja frændr,
deyr sjálfr ið sama;
ek veit einn,
að aldri deyr:
dómr of dauðan hvern.”
―
“Jeg vet ei om den jeg priser
er død eller i live,
ofte hans blinkende økser
døyvde ørnens hunger;
folk sier begge deler
og sverger på det er sannhet.
Såret var han i hvert fall;
vondt er å vite mere.
Menn som kom fra kampen
sa at kongen levde;
de fører dunkel tale
om svikløs sønn til Tryggve.
Olav, sier de, slapp vel
ut av våpenstormen;
folk taler langt fra sannhet,
verre var det enn dette.
Hør det kvad jeg kveder.
Dengang kjempene søkte
mot den kraftige konge
kunne lagnaden ikke
slippe ham av striden,
den sølvrike herre,
elsket av mange. Annet
kan jeg ikke tro på.
Enda sier meg somme
menn at såret var han,
at kongen kom seg unna
fra kampen der i østen.
Men nå har jeg sannspurt sørfra,
han falt i storslaget.
Jeg kan ikke med å fylle
folk med løse rykter.”
― Olaf Tryggvessøns Saga
er død eller i live,
ofte hans blinkende økser
døyvde ørnens hunger;
folk sier begge deler
og sverger på det er sannhet.
Såret var han i hvert fall;
vondt er å vite mere.
Menn som kom fra kampen
sa at kongen levde;
de fører dunkel tale
om svikløs sønn til Tryggve.
Olav, sier de, slapp vel
ut av våpenstormen;
folk taler langt fra sannhet,
verre var det enn dette.
Hør det kvad jeg kveder.
Dengang kjempene søkte
mot den kraftige konge
kunne lagnaden ikke
slippe ham av striden,
den sølvrike herre,
elsket av mange. Annet
kan jeg ikke tro på.
Enda sier meg somme
menn at såret var han,
at kongen kom seg unna
fra kampen der i østen.
Men nå har jeg sannspurt sørfra,
han falt i storslaget.
Jeg kan ikke med å fylle
folk med løse rykter.”
― Olaf Tryggvessøns Saga
“No greater grief than to remember days
Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens
Thy learn’d instructor. Yet so eagerly 120
If thou art bent to know the primal root,
From whence our love gat being, I will do
As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day,
For our delight we read of Lancelot, 4
How him love thrall’d. Alone we were, and no 125
Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading
Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue
Fled from our alter’d cheek. But at one point
Alone we fell. When of that smile we read,
The wished smile so raptorously kiss’d 130
By one so deep in love, then he, who ne’er
From me shall separate, at once my lips
All trembling kiss’d. The book and writer both
Were love’s purveyors. In its leaves that day
We read no more.”
― The Divine Comedy: Inferno - Purgatorio - Paradiso
Of joy, when misery is at hand. That kens
Thy learn’d instructor. Yet so eagerly 120
If thou art bent to know the primal root,
From whence our love gat being, I will do
As one, who weeps and tells his tale. One day,
For our delight we read of Lancelot, 4
How him love thrall’d. Alone we were, and no 125
Suspicion near us. Oft-times by that reading
Our eyes were drawn together, and the hue
Fled from our alter’d cheek. But at one point
Alone we fell. When of that smile we read,
The wished smile so raptorously kiss’d 130
By one so deep in love, then he, who ne’er
From me shall separate, at once my lips
All trembling kiss’d. The book and writer both
Were love’s purveyors. In its leaves that day
We read no more.”
― The Divine Comedy: Inferno - Purgatorio - Paradiso
“How far is't call'd to Forres? What are these
So wither'd and so wild in their attire, that look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question?
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?
Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!”
― Macbeth
So wither'd and so wild in their attire, that look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
And yet are on't? Live you? or are you aught
That man may question?
The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?
Into the air; and what seem'd corporal melted
As breath into the wind. Would they had stay'd!”
― Macbeth
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