Poems by Tegnér: The children of the Lord's supper and Frithiof's saga / 160 (1914) Author: Esaias Tegnér Translator: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, William Lewery Blackley Table of Contents / Innehåll | << Previous | Next >>
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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 160

Then every hand its sword-hilt clutched, and bright
flashed every eye,

And round and round the oft-filled horn sped ever busily.

Deep drank they, high carousing, at the palace of the King,

And reveller good each proved himself at Yule-tide
banqueting;

Then staggered forth to slumber, unmoved by woe or
care,

But Ring, the aged monarch, staid with Ingeborg the fair.

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