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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409620" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XX. -- Einar Tamberskelver</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was Einar Tamberskelver<br>Stood beside the mast;<br>From his yew-bow, tipped with silver,<br>Flew the arrows fast;<br>Aimed at Eric unavailing,<br>As he sat concealed,<br>Half behind the quarter-railing,<br>Half behind his shield. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">First an arrow struck the tiller,<br>Just above his head;<br>'Sing, O Eyvind Skaldaspiller,'<br>Then Earl Eric said.<br>'Sing the song of Hakon dying,<br>Sing his funeral wail!'<br>And another arrow flying<br>Grazed his coat of mail. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turning to a Lapland yeoman,<br>As the arrow passed,<br>Said Earl Eric, 'Shoot that bowman<br>Standing by the mast.'<br>Sooner than the word was spoken<br>Flew the yeoman's shaft;<br>Einar's bow in twain was broken,<br>Einar only laughed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What was that?' said Olaf, standing<br>On the quarter-deck.<br>'Something heard I like the stranding<br>Of a shattered wreck.'<br>Einar then, the arrow taking<br>From the loosened string,<br>Answered, 'That was Norway breaking<br>From thy hand, O King!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou art but a poor diviner,'<br>Straightway Olaf said;<br>'Take my bow, and swifter, Einar,<br>Let thy shafts be sped.'<br>Of his bows the fairest choosing,<br>Reached he from above;<br>Einar saw the blood-drops oozing<br>Through his iron glove. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the bow was thin and narrow;<br>At the first assay,<br>O'er its head he drew the arrow,<br>Flung the bow away;<br>Said, with hot and angry temper<br>Flushing in his cheek,<br>'Olaf! for so great a Kämper<br>Are thy bows too weak!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, with smile of joy defiant<br>On his beardless lip,<br>Scaled he, light and self-reliant,<br>Eric's dragon-ship.<br>Loose his golden locks were flowing,<br>Bright his armor gleamed;<br>Like Saint Michael overthrowing<br>Lucifer he seemed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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Stood beside the mast;
From his yew-bow, tipped with silver,
Flew the arrows fast;
Aimed at Eric unavailing,
As he sat concealed,
Half behind the quarter-railing,
Half behind his shield. 

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