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Igdrasil; Or, the Tree of Existence

Igdrasil; Or, the Tree of Existence

Challen, James

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General World History

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ISBN10: 1459086589
ISBN13: 9781459086586
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 56
Weight: 0.21
Height: 0.13 Width: 9.00 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: PART SECOND. In times of old, mid shadows dim, Pale forms were seen, both blithe and grim; Here Proserpine affrighted stood, Or gliding through the sheltering wood; And sylvan nymphs, and even old Pan, Scattered flowers as they ran. And, as in cathedrals gray, Where the nuns their vigils pay, Or the beadsman, wan and pale, Masked in frozen hood and mail, Turns aloft his sunken eye As he tells his rosary; Thus they sought and found their home Underneath some leafy dome, Where many an ancient altar stood Steaming with its recent blood. Nor deemed they that each fawn and fay, Like ghosts alarmed, would flit away When the sun rose at dawn of day. But within each grove and dell A light upon their darkness fell; Glancing through each giant tree Silently and suddenly. Then these vagrants trembling fled, Filled with more than mortal dread; Or, dissolved in mist and air, Muttering words of deep despair, On they went to regions dire, As wolves retreating from the fire When every herb and bush and spire Leaves the blasted prairie bare. Old Thor knit his angry brow, Made in haste a desperate vow, That, with hammer in his hand, Over the sea and over the land, He would send one spark, ?a scathing brand, The last of all his missiles spent; And where it fell, or whither it went, He little cared, if he might know It dealt a deep and deadly blow; For well he knew his power would end With the last bolt his arm would send. Here Odin, with his giant seers, And his shivering ice-bound peers, With eyes afrozen, dull, and dim, Which could not in their sockets swim, Now wept a few big drops, that fell Within the ocean's angry swell, And, ever since, each icy spur That northward checks the mariner? Those mountain masses that float alo..

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