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All thy pleasures, all thy sweets !
They are cheats, -
BEOWULF'S EXPEDITION TO HEORT.
FROM THE ANGLO-SAXOX.
Then went over the sea-waves,
Then up speedily
Then from the wall beheld
Went then to the shore,
· What men are ye
THE SOUL'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THE BODY.
FROM THE ANGLO-SAXON,
Much it behoveth
When Death cometh,
Long it is thenceforth
The soul shall come
Crieth then, so care-worn,
· Dry dust! thou dreary one!
FROM THE PORTUGUESE.
IF thou art sleeping, maiden,
Awake, and open thy door: 'Tis the break of day, and we must away,
O’er meadow, and mount, and moor. Wait not to find thy slippers,
But come with thy naked feet: We shall have to pass through the dewy grass,
And waters wide and fleet.
FROM THE SWEDISH.
THREE miles extended around the fields of the homestead; on
three sides Valleys, and mountains, and hills, but on the fourth side was
the ocean. Birch-woods crowned the summits, but over the down-sloping
hill-sides Flourished the golden corn, and man-high was waving the rye-field. Lakes, full many in number, their mirrorheld up for the mountains, Held for the forests up, in whose depths the high-antlered reindeers Had their kingly walk, and drank of a hundred brooklets. But in the valleys, full widely around, there fed on the greensward Herds with sleek, shining sides, and udders that longed for the
milk-pail. 'Mid these were scattered, now here and now there, a vast count
less number Of white-woolledsheep, as thou seest the white-lookingstray clouds, Flock-wise, spread o'er the heavenly vault, when it bloweth in
spring-ti Twice twelve swift-footed coursers, mettlesome, fast-fettered
storm-winds, Stamping stood in the line of stalls, all champing their fodder, Knotted with red their mancs, and their hoofs all whitened with
steel shoes. The banquet-hall, a house by itself, was timbered of hard fir. Not five hundred men (at ten times twelve to the hundred) Filled up the roomy hall, when assembled for drinking at Yule-tide. Thorough the hall, as long as it was, went a table of holm-oak, Polished and white, as of steel; the columns twain of the high-seat Stood at the end thereof, two gods carved out of an elm-tree; Odin with lordly look, and Frey with the sun on his frontlet. Lately between the two, on a bear-skin (the skin it was coal-black, Scarlet-red was the throat, but the paws were shodden with silver). Thorsten sat with his friends, Hospitality sitting with Gladness. Oft, when the moon among the night-clouds fiew, related the old man Wonders from far distant lands he had seen, and cruises of Vikings Far on the Baltic and Sea of the West, and the North Sea. Hush sat the listening bench, and their glances hung on the
graybeard's Lips, as a bee on the rose; but the Skald was thinking of Bragé, Where, with silver beard, and runes on his tongue, he is seated Under the leafy beech, and tells a tradition by Mimer's Ever-nourmuring wave, himself a living tradition. Mid-way the floor (with thatch was it strewn), burned for ever
the fire-flame Glad on its stone-built hearth; and through the wide-mouthed