Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1841-08-06
THE ODE OF KING REGNER LODBROG

.Nal1ei gives prose translation of it in his Nor
i'ern Amiqaiies,which have endeavored to ver-
-ify. Lord Byron (AIoore's Life of Byron) has
Jailed it "a glorious and imprisoned strain OF
puctry."
Our steel fasie4 brirh when on the wave,
made our foe bloody grave,
And the dark eagle screamed from far
Her triumphs in the steps of war;
And ravens drank the crimson tide
That gushcd forth from each hero's side
Our steel. flashed bright. when Kelsng bent
Before our gllttering armament,
While age and youth 20 yonder sky
Poured their lament in one wild cry!
And Isl's passing wave revealeds
Cut shlvered lance and broken shield.
Our steel flashed bright ten thousand strong,
Crushed IN the dust were borne along,
And on each blade the red drops hung
Like foam from goalcl night-stecd hung!t
Fame for each name her spell. word wove
Far swcelcr than the kiss OF love.
Oar steel. flashed bright! oh, woud'st thou claim
Md warrior men, warriors name,
Dr kindly glanced from Deauty's eye,
Or wake within her heart sigh
10 seek the CORY fields where wave
The dauntess banners of the brave
0rr steel flushed bright woe for the cry
" nglng with shouts of victory!
Rogvaldur ! thou whose lance hath stood
Still foremost in the bath of ood.--
iy son-thy war crest dyed in gore
ihe glory OF thy sire Is DER!
Our steel flashed Jrght-but destiny
Hath woven bitter runcs for me IS
Ill valnly grapples heart and pride,
No valor stems that vlewless de
Al, little dreamed on the wave
OF broken sword, and dungeon grave.
Our steel. flushed bright-1 hear the cnll
That woos my soul 10 Odin's hall
The crown is twned, the feast is spread,n
They bid me to Nnlhallas dead
No fear will Regner's spirit sway
As his step tracks the phantom way.
Our STEEL flashed bright but moments part,
The serpent deathpang enaws my heart
Ella from my low grave will rise
voice that claims It's sacrifice.
My sons have barred their blades nor rest
Til sheathed the swerd in Elias breast ri
Our steel. flashed bright! fifty and one
Stern combats mine, and all were won -
My youthful step to battle pressed
But now !-iies current IN my breast
Grows faint and cold You Vakeres''
Watt to my soul Their melodies
Their gohlots sparkle to the brim,
And life lit passing tide grows DIM
And, laughing, to my heart fold
The g!orles OF yon placc,of gold ~ NORMA.
'Isa-the Vistula
tThon Night, the daughter of the giant Nor and
Day her son, had two charots given them; her horse
IS Rimpaxe, and the dew on the flowers his foam.
bath ofblooi-+ scandinavian phrase for combat.
Runes, given by Oln. Bitter ruacs for bringing
evil, favorable for ayerting it. Others brought love,
wealth. &c.
u In Valhala the Serimner is every day served up,
and sulices for all the heroes, and is every day re-
newed entire.
Swcrd, or long sword-the short sword was
spada.
- Virgins wait on the heroes in Vahalla, and arc
called Valkeries.
tfTho just remain with Odin in Valhalla til the
end Of the world, and then pass to their eternal abode
Grma, palace covered with gold.-[Taben from the
Edaa Of Snorro and JIaliefs Nor. Antiq.]
WeJough nth s,rords, when in my carly youth !
went towards the east 10 prepare bloody prey fol
the ravenous wolves-ample prey for the yellow
footed eagle. The ocean seemed one wound, the
ravens wadcd in the blood of the slain
We fought oriM srords in the day of the grea
fight, when sent the inhabitants of Kelsing to tn,
hal Of Olin. Thence our ships carried us 10 lisa
there our s,eepcintcd lances divided the armour
there our swords cleft the shields asunder.
UtfousM 'riM Sroyds the day saw ten thousnn,
Of my foes rolling in the dust, dew of blood distilled
from our swords, the arrows beloved through the air
the pleasure was like kissing maiden
We .tough Nth srords. young man SHOULD
march early to conlat, man should attack man o
bvavey resist him. In this is nobility. He who as
pres to the love of his mistress ought to be dauntess
the clash of swords
vi. fought ,riM strords in the isles Of the SOUTH
There Herthoisc proved victorious; there died many
of my valiant followers. In the shower of arms Rog.
valdur fell, lost my son. His lofty crest dyed with
gore. The birds of prey bewailed his fate, they los
him who had prepared them many bonque,s
Wef0ugh rM Sieords But now fui for certai
that men are drawn along by fate Could have tho
the conclusion ofmy life reserved for Ella when he
torrents Of blood-When / thrust forward my ship
in the Scottish CULTS
We fought rih s,rords. am still full of Joy who
think banquet is preparing for me in the palace
the gods | shall utter no words of fear as ! cnte
the hall of Odin
We fought NTH s,rords, but now II ouch my Ia.
moments, serpent already gnaws my heart 500
shall my sons black their swords in the blood of FIJI;
Those valiant youths will never rest till they hay
avenged their father.
W.. fought rih s,roras in fifty and one battles ur
der my floating banners-from my earliest youth
have learned dye my lance with blood and though
never could meet king drawer than myself; but
is time to cease. Odn hath sent his goddesses
conduct me to his palace. am gong to be placed q
the highest there to quaf gobles of beer with Il
gods. The hours of my life are rolling away, l sha
die laughing.