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“We fought with swords, that day when I made to struggle in the twilight of death that young chief so proud of
many a lifeless body fell to the earth. It was about the time of the morning, when the foe was compelled to fly in the battle. There the sword sharply bit the polished helmet. The pleasure of that day was like kissing a young widow at the highest seat of the table.”
******“We fought with swords in the Flemings land: the battle widely raged before king Freyr fell therein. The blue steel all reeking with blood, fell at length upon the golden mail. Many a virgin bewailed the slaughter of that morning.”
******“We fought with swords; the spear resounded; the banners reflected the sunshine upon the coats of mail. I saw many a warrior fall in the morning: many a hero in the contention of arms. Here the sword reach betimes the heart of my son: it was Egill deprived Agnar of life. He was a youth who never knew what it was to fear.”
******“We fought with swords in the isles of the south. There Herthiofe proved victorious: there died many valiant warriors. In the shower of arms, Rogvaldur fell, I lost my fon. In the play of arms came the deadly spear: his lofty crest was dyed with gore. The birds of prey bewailed his fall: they lost him that prepared them banquets.”
Vid. Five Pieces of Run. Poet. p. 31, 32, 35, &c. T.
