or shame, Of such a young bride be quit.”

The Kempions eight in number were, Who the hammer brought on a tree; They laid it down so courteously Across the young bride’s knee.

It was then the youthful bride Took up the hammer big; I tell to ye for a verity She swung it like a twig.

p. 10First she slew the carlish count, That throld both laid and tall; And then as they strove to ’scape through the door, She slew the little trolds all.

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The guests and the Norland men each one So downcast were of mood; Blows from the hand of the bride they got That robbed their cheeks of blood.

It was Lokke Leyemand, He opened his mouth in game: “Now we will fare to our country home, And our sire a widow proclaim.”

FROM THE ARABIC

O thou who fain would’st wisdom gain, Live night and day untired; For by repeated toil and pain It is alone acquired.

p. 11THORVALD Svend Tveskjeg havde sig en Maud

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Swayne Tveskieg did a man possess, Sir Thorvald hight; Though fierce in war, kind acts in peace Were his delight. From port to port his vessels fast Sailed wide around, And made, where’er they anchor cast, His name renown’d. But Thorvald has freed his King.

Prisoners he bought—clothes, liberty, On them bestowed, And sent men home from slavery To their abode. p. 12And many an old man got his boy, His age’s stay; And many a maid her youth’s sole joy, Her lover gay. But Thorvald has freed his King.

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A brave fight Thorvald loved full dear, For brave his mood; But never did he dip his spear In feeble blood. He followed Swayne to many a fray With war-shield bright, And his mere presence scar’d away Foul deeds of might. But Thorvald has freed his King.

They hoist sail on the lofty mast, It was King Swayne, He o’er the bluey billows pass’d With armed train. p. 13His mind to harry Bretland [13a] boiled; He leapt on shore And every, every thing recoiled His might before. But Thorvald has freed his King.

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Yet slept not Bretland’s 

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