Germanic Origins: A Study in Primitive CultureC. Scribner's sons, 1892 - 490 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adam of Bremen ancestors ancient Anglo-Saxon Anglo-Saxon laws Ariovistus barrow battle belief Béow Beowulf blood Bugge burial burning Cæsar called century ceremonies charm Christian church Cimbrians cult custom dead death deity divine doubtless early Edda English evident fashion feast fire Freyja Freyr Frisian funeral fylgja Germ Germanic tribes gods grave Grimm hall heathen heathendom Hehn hero horse Hrothgar Ibid Ingævonic Jacob Grimm Kemble king land later legend manic Mannhardt mediæval mentioned modern Müllenhoff myth Nerthus Norse notion Odin offering old Germanic Old Norse origin Paul's Grdr person poetry priest primitive quoted race religion rites Roman runes sacred sacrifice Saxons says Scandinavian Schmid Schr Scyldings seems ship sort souls spear spirits stone superstition survivals sword Tacitus Tanfana tells temple thee Thor thou tion tradition tree tribes Tylor Viking Waitz warrior weapons Weinhold wergild wife Woden women word worship
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 267 - Front, flank, and rear, the squadrons sweep To break the Scottish circle deep, That fought around their King. But yet, though thick the shafts as snow, Though charging knights like whirlwinds go, Though bill-men ply the ghastly blow, Unbroken was the ring ; The stubborn spear-men still made good Their dark impenetrable wood, Each stepping where his comrade stood, The instant that he fell.
Seite 63 - IN the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty...
Seite 125 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Seite 259 - Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, That beat to battle where he stands; Thy face across his fancy comes, And gives the battle to his hands : A moment, while the trumpets blow, He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next, like fire he meets the foe, And strikes him dead for thine and thee. So Lilia sang: we thought her halfpossess'd, She struck such warbling fury thro...
Seite 343 - To be no more. Sad cure! for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated Night, Devoid of sense and motion?
Seite 164 - After the sondry sesons of the yeer, So chaunged he his mete and his soper. Ful many a fat partrich hadde he in mewe, And many a breem and many a luce in stewe.
Seite 235 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come ; the readiness is all ; since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Seite 239 - Behind flock'd wrangling up a piteous crew, Greeted of none, disfeatured and forlorn — Cowards, who were in sloughs interr'd alive ; And round them still the wattled hurdles hung, Wherewith they stamp'd them down, and trod them deep, To hide their shameful memory from men.