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And as their flying steps rebound,
Lambent radiance fired the ground:
Nor was their untam’d fury spent,
Till Thor to th’ Jötni went.
Lambent radiance fired the ground:
Nor was their untam’d fury spent,
Till Thor to th’ Jötni went.
XXII.
Thursori! dynasts of this sphere!
(Thor began approaching near,)
Strew around each fragrant flower!
Quick prepare the nuptial bower!
Freya from Niorder sprung,
Whom Noathuna calls her son,
Comes to grace your chieftain’s bed—
Haste the wedding banquet spread!
Thursori! dynasts of this sphere!
(Thor began approaching near,)
Strew around each fragrant flower!
Quick prepare the nuptial bower!
Freya from Niorder sprung,
Whom Noathuna calls her son,
Comes to grace your chieftain’s bed—
Haste the wedding banquet spread!
THRYM.
Flocks of no ignoble breed,
I in my rich pastures feed:
Oxen too with jetty hide,
Daily my repasts provide:
Emerals of liquid green,
In my cabinets are seen:
Flocks of no ignoble breed,
I in my rich pastures feed:
Oxen too with jetty hide,
Daily my repasts provide:
Emerals of liquid green,
In my cabinets are seen:
