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The memorable Fate of Captain Hvitfeldt

Character of Archbishop Absalon

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Various Sieges of Fredrickshall and Copenhagen ̧ -
English and Latin Translations of the Norwegian

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Trade by Denmark

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Account of Dovre, a ridge of mountains in Norway
Historical Notices relative to Harald Haarfager and
Hagen Adelsteen, Kings of Norway

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Particulars concerning, and Extracts from, a Danish
Translation of Hamlet and Julius Cæsar, by Mr.
Foersom

Notices relative to Mr. Foersom's efforts for the dif

fusion of English Literature in Denmark

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Canute and Ellen, and Love and Fame, original Songs,

by Mr. Walker

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DANISH POEMS.

THE POPULAR

NAVAL SONG OF DENMARK.

BY THE LATE

JOHANNES EVALD,

OF COPENHAGEN.

KING CHRISTIAN took his fearless stand, 'Midst smoke and night:

A thousand weapons rang around,

The red blood spun from many a wound, 'Midst smoke and steam to the profound Sunk Sweden's might!

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'Fly, sons of Swedes! what heart may dare With Denmark's CHRISTIAN to compare In fight?"

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NILS YULE beheld the storm roll nigh;

"The hour is come!"

He waves the crimson flag on high,
The blows in doubling võllies fly,

" "Tis come," the foes of Denmark cry,
"Our day of doom!

Fly ye who can! what warrior dares
Meet Denmark's YULE, that man prepares
His tomb!"

Sea of the North! aloft behold

Thy third bolt fly!

Thy chilly lap receives the bold,

For terror fights with TORDENSKOLD,

And Sweden's shrieks, like death-bell toll'd,

Ring through thy sky.

Onward the bolt of Denmark rolls;

"Swedes! to heaven commit your souls,

And fly!"

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