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| The Tale of Ísmær | | #REDIRECT [[The Tale of Ísmær]] |
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| ''In'' the ''an''cient '''S'''kald-'''S'''ongs
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| '''S'''tories of the north-land,
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| '''T'''old by swift-'''T'''ongued elders,
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| '''T'''ell of mighty giants
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| And o'''F''' hero’s '''V'''alor,
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| '''V'''alhalla and Asgard.
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| And the i'''C'''e-born Í'''S'''mær,
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| '''S'''now-maid, clever, fairest.
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| By '''TH'''e nor'''TH'''ern sea-gate,
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| '''TH'''ere dwelled lovely Ísmær .
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| Daugh'''T'''er of no mor'''T'''al,
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| '''T'''ime, not woman, birthed her.
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| '''L'''ived she in the snow-'''L'''ands,
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| '''L'''onely, on an island,
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| Blis'''S'''ful, and not '''S'''eeing
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| '''S'''orrows of the far-world.
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| Ísmær '''S'''at on '''S'''outh-shore,
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| '''S'''ummer months beginning.
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| Sky above '''D'''id '''D'''arken,
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| '''D'''ragon dropped from earth-ends!
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| Long a'''S''' '''S'''even warships,
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| '''S'''cales like hard-forged iron.
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| Sent by '''D'''eath-boun'''D''' Hela,
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| '''D'''ark-world’s overseer.
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| '''H'''ela, in '''H'''er death-hall,
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| '''H'''ad four carven marble
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| '''S'''eeing-'''S'''tones of power.
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| '''S'''aw eye-tale inside stone,
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| Í'''S'''mær’'''S''' god-wrought beauty.
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| '''S'''ent forth dragon northward,
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| Want-rage creeping through '''H'''er.
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| '''H'''ers great beauty would be !
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| Ísmær, fear-'''S'''ense ri'''S'''ing,
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| '''S'''natched by dragon’s talons,
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| Though'''T''' of how '''T'''o life-keep,
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| '''T'''o her island return.
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| “'''H'''ow '''H'''ave I offended?
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| '''H'''ave I given insult?
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| i'''F''' I have, '''F'''orgive me,”
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| '''F'''orth spoke to her captor.
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| Then did '''T'''urn the '''D'''ragon,
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| '''T'''o its heart her words went.
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| Said it the'''N''' u'''N'''to her,
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| “'''N'''o insult have you given.
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| Hela Dea'''TH'''-Queen sent me,
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| '''TH'''at she might have beauty.
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| Now I re'''G'''ret '''G'''reatly
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| '''G'''oing to her service.”
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| '''H'''ela, in her death-'''H'''all,
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| '''H'''eard the conversation.
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| Anger '''R'''ose within he'''R''',
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| '''R'''aged she at her servant.
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| Cried she of hi'''S''' fal'''S'''eness,
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| '''S'''ent she forth a fell-storm,
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| Sea to '''W'''ater-'''W'''alls turned,
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| '''W'''inds to icy hammers!*
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| Ísmæ'''R''' and the d'''R'''agon,
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| '''R'''ising on the soft-winds,
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| From the nor'''TH''' '''TH'''e storm came,
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| '''TH'''or-force wind surrounded.
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| Ísmær forth '''T'''o Hela
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| '''T'''old her this, “O Lady,
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| You storm-'''T'''oss The faul'''T'''less.
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| This, i'''T''' makes you happy?”
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| '''H'''ela, in '''H'''er death-hall,
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| '''H'''eard the words of Ísmær.
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| Stopped she '''TH'''en '''TH'''e dark-storms,
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| '''TH'''or-force winds no longer.
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| '''D'''anger there '''D'''eserted,
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| '''D'''ragon flew on freely.
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| Lan'''D'''ed it on white-san'''D'''
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| '''D'''own it laid fair Ísmær.
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| In the ancient '''S'''kald-'''S'''ongs
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| '''S'''tories of the north-land
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| Tel'''L''' of maiden’s va'''L'''or-
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| '''L'''ucky man can best it.
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| In the well-buil'''T''' mea'''D'''-hall
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| '''T'''oast they the Ice-Maiden.
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| “Hail,” cry '''W'''orthy '''W'''arriors,
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| “'''W'''on her life with words!”
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| * I couldn’t give up the great line, but I couldn’t find a rhyme either.
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| You can find the rules for writing a Dróttkvætt here [Svensdrapa]
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