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The Fridthjof's Saga: A Norse Romance on Angantyr

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But now he threw it; striding

Into the hall he spake: "I see the billows riding A ship, whose timbers shake; I see some sailors dying Already on the strand, And two strong giants, trying To bring the rest to land.""

The center was not littered By mortared hearthstone wide; A marble fireplace glittered, Built up against the side. No smoke 'mid rafters flitted, No roof with soot spread o'er; Glass panes the windows fitted, A lock secured the door.

No woollen torches crackling, Illumed the champions' feast, But waxen candles, sparkling, In silver sconces placed."

Beside each champion sitting, A youthful maiden stood,"

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