The Saxons in England, Volume 1 (of 2): A history of the English commonwealth till the period of the Norman conquestKemble, John Mitchell
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The Saxons in England, Volume 1 (of 2): A history of the English commonwealth till the period of the Norman conquest
Kemble, John Mitchell
Great Britain -- History -- Anglo-Saxon period, 449-1066
parts of Germany demands tribute of human life, are all forms of the
ancient Nicor; but more genuine perhaps,—certainly more pleasing,—is the
Swedish Stromkarl, who from the jewelled bed of his river, watches with
delight the children gambol in the adjoining meadows, and singing
sweetly to them in the evening, detaches from his hoary hair the sweet
blossoms of the water-lily, which he wafts over the surface to their
hands.
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Footnote 721:
Beówulf, _passim_.
Footnote 722:
The fisherman in Ælfric’s dialogue disclaims any intention of
whale-fishing, on account of its dangers. Thorpe, Anal. p. 24.
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HEL.—Among the fearful beings whose power was dreaded even by the gods,
was Hel, mistress of the cold and joyless under-world. Called, through
the fate of battle, to the glories of Wælheal, the Teutonic or Norse
hero trembled at a peaceful death which would consign him to a dwelling
more desolate and wretched than even that which awaited the fallen
warriors of heroic Greece[723], and many a legend tells of those whose
own hand saved them from a futurity so abhorred[724]. But Hel was not
herself the agent of _death_; she only received those who had not earned
their seat in Oþinn’s hall by a heroic fall, and the Wælcyrian or
Shieldmays were the choosers of the slain. The realm of Hel was all that
Wælheal was not,—cold, cheerless, shadowy; no simulated war was _there_,
from which the combatants desisted with renovated strength and glory; no
capacious quaighs of mead, or cups of the life-giving wine; no feast
continually enjoyed and miraculously reproduced; no songs nor narratives
of noble deeds; no expectation of the last great battle where the
_einherjar_ were to accompany Allfather to meet his gigantic
antagonists; no flashing Shieldmays animating the brave with their
discourse, and lightening the hall with their splendour: but chill and
ice, frost and darkness; shadowy realms without a sun, without song or
wine or feast, or the soul-inspiring company of heroes, glorying in the
great deeds of their worldly life.
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Footnote 723:
Odyssey, book xi.
Footnote 724:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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