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SONGS FROM THE EDDA.
“Nought hadst thou to praise
The doings of Hogni,
When they woke up Sigurd
From out of slumber,
And in bed thou sat’st up
’Mid the banes-men’s laughter.
The doings of Hogni,
When they woke up Sigurd
From out of slumber,
And in bed thou sat’st up
’Mid the banes-men’s laughter.
“Then when thy bed-gear,
Blue-white, well woven
By art of craftsmen
All swam with thy king’s blood;
Then Sigurd died,
O’er his dead corpse thou sattest,
Not heeding aught gladsome,
Since Gunnar so willed it.
Blue-white, well woven
By art of craftsmen
All swam with thy king’s blood;
Then Sigurd died,
O’er his dead corpse thou sattest,
Not heeding aught gladsome,
Since Gunnar so willed it.
“Great grief for Atli
Gatst thou by Erp’s murder,
And the end of thine Eitil,
But worse grief for thyself.
Good to use sword
For the slaying of others
In such wise that its edge
Shall not turn on ourselves!”
Gatst thou by Erp’s murder,
And the end of thine Eitil,
But worse grief for thyself.
Good to use sword
For the slaying of others
In such wise that its edge
Shall not turn on ourselves!”
Then well spake Sorli
From a heart full of wisdom:
“No words will I
Make with my mother,
Though both ye twain
Need words belike—
From a heart full of wisdom:
“No words will I
Make with my mother,
Though both ye twain
Need words belike—
