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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Longbeard's Saga: A.D. 400</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the camp-fires<br>Drank I with heroes,<br>Under the Donau bank,<br>Warm in the snow trench:<br>Sagamen heard I there,<br>Men of the Longbeards,<br>Cunning and ancient,<br>Honey-sweet-voiced.<br>Scaring the wolf cub,<br>Scaring the horn-owl,<br>Shaking the snow-wreaths<br>Down from the pine-boughs,<br>Up to the star roof<br>Rang out their song.<br>Singing how Winil men,<br>Over the ice-floes<br>Sledging from Scanland<br>Came unto Scoring;<br>Singing of Gambara,<br>Freya's beloved,<br>Mother of Ayo,<br>Mother of Ibor.<br>Singing of Wendel men,<br>Ambri and Assi;<br>How to the Winilfolk<br>Went they with war-words,-<br>'Few are ye, strangers,<br>And many are we:<br>Pay us now toll and fee,<br>Cloth-yarn, and rings, and beeves:<br>Else at the raven's meal<br>Bide the sharp bill's doom.'<br>Clutching the dwarfs work then,<br>Clutching the bullock's shell,<br>Girding gray iron on,<br>Forth fared the Winils all,<br>Fared the Alruna's sons,<br>Ayo and Ibor.<br>Mad at heart stalked they:<br>Loud wept the women all,<br>Loud the Alruna wife;<br>Sore was their need.<br>Out of the morning land,<br>Over the snow-drifts,<br>Beautiful Freya came,<br>Tripping to Scoring.<br>White were the moorlands,<br>And frozen before her:<br>Green were the moorlands,<br>And blooming behind her.<br>Out of her gold locks<br>Shaking the spring flowers,<br>Out of her garments<br>Shaking the south wind,<br>Around in the birches<br>Awaking the throstles,<br>And making chaste housewives all<br>Long for their heroes home,<br>Loving and love-giving,<br>Came she to Scoring.<br>Came unto Gambara,<br>Wisest of Valas,-<br>'Vala, why weepest thou?<br>Far in the wide-blue,<br>High up in the Elfin-home,<br>Heard I thy weeping.'<br>'Stop not my weeping,<br>Till one can fight seven.<br>Sons have I, heroes tall,<br>First in the sword-play;<br>This day at the Wendels' hands<br>Eagles must tear them.<br>Their mothers, thrall-weary,<br>Must grind for the Wendels.'<br>Wept the Alruna wife;<br>Kissed her fair Freya:-<br>'Far off in the morning land,<br>High in Valhalla,<br>A window stands open;<br>Its sill is the snow-peaks,<br>Its posts are the waterspouts,<br>Storm-rack its lintel;<br>Gold cloud-flakes above<br>Are piled for the roofing,<br>Far up to the Elfin-home,<br>High in the wide-blue.<br>Smiles out each morning thence<br>Odin Allfather;<br>From under the cloud-eaves<br>Smiles out on the heroes,<br>Smiles on chaste housewives all,<br>Smiles on the brood-mares,<br>Smiles on the smiths' work:<br>And theirs is the sword-luck,<br>With them is the glory,-<br>So Odin hath sworn it,-<br>Who first in the morning<br>Shall meet him and greet him.'<br>Still the Alruna wept:-<br>'Who then shall greet him?<br>Women alone are here:<br>Far on the moorlands<br>Behind the war-lindens,<br>In vain for the bill's doom<br>Watch Winil heroes all,<br>One against seven.'<br>Sweetly the Queen laughed:-<br>'Hear thou my counsel now;<br>Take to thee cunning,<br>Beloved of Freya.<br>Take thou thy women-folk,<br>Maidens and wives:<br>Over your ankles<br>Lace on the white war-hose;<br>Over your bosoms<br>Link up the hard mail-nets;<br>Over your lips<br>Plait long tresses with cunning;-<br>So war-beasts full-bearded<br>King Odin shall deem you,<br>When off the gray sea-beach<br>At sunrise ye greet him.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Night's son was driving<br>His golden-haired horses up;<br>Over the eastern firths<br>High flashed their manes.<br>Smiled from the cloud-eaves out<br>Allfather Odin,<br>Waiting the battle-sport:<br>Freya stood by him.<br>'Who are these heroes tall,-<br>Lusty-limbed Longbeards?<br>Over the swans' bath<br>Why cry they to me?<br>Bones should be crashing fast,<br>Wolves should be full-fed,<br>Where such, mad-hearted,<br>Swing hands in the sword-play.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweetly laughed Freya:-<br>'A name thou hast given them,<br>Shames neither thee nor them,<br>Well can they wear it.<br>Give them the victory,<br>First have they greeted thee;<br>Give them the victory,<br>Yokefellow mine!<br>Maidens and wives are these,-<br>Wives of the Winils;<br>Few are their heroes<br>And far on the war-road,<br>So over the swans' bath<br>They cry unto thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Royally laughed he then;<br>Dear was that craft to him,<br>Odin Allfather,<br>Shaking the clouds.<br>'Cunning are women all,<br>Bold and importunate!<br>Longbeards their name shall be,<br>Ravens shall thank them:<br>Where women are heroes,<br>What must the men be?<br>Theirs is the victory;<br>No need of me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Eversley, 1852.<br>From Hypatia.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Kingsley">Charles 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Drank I with heroes,
Under the Donau bank,
Warm in the snow trench:
Sagamen heard I there,
Men of the Longbeards,
Cunning and ancient,
Honey-sweet-voiced.
Scaring the wolf cub,
Scaring the horn-owl,
Shaking the snow-wreaths
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