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THE LAY OF HAMDIR.
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The sons of one mother,
Amidmost thine hall—
Look on these hands of thine,
Look on these feet of thine,
Cast by us, Jormunrek,
On to the flame!”
Amidmost thine hall—
Look on these hands of thine,
Look on these feet of thine,
Cast by us, Jormunrek,
On to the flame!”
Then cried aloud
The high Gods’ kinsman,[1]
Bold under byrny,—
Roared he as bears roar;
“Stones to the stout ones
That the spears bite not,
Nor the edges of steel,
These sons of Jonakr!”
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The high Gods’ kinsman,[1]
Bold under byrny,—
Roared he as bears roar;
“Stones to the stout ones
That the spears bite not,
Nor the edges of steel,
These sons of Jonakr!”
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Quoth Sorli.
“Bale, brother, wroughtst thou
By that bag’s[2] opening,
Oft from that bag
Rede of bale cometh!
Heart hast thou, Hamdir,
If thou hadst heart’s wisdom
Great lack in a man
Who lacks wisdom and lore!”
By that bag’s[2] opening,
Oft from that bag
Rede of bale cometh!
Heart hast thou, Hamdir,
If thou hadst heart’s wisdom
Great lack in a man
Who lacks wisdom and lore!”
Hamdir said.
“Yea, off were the head
If Erp were alive yet,
If Erp were alive yet,
