Literature

Jonas Hallgrimsson
Iceland, fortunate isle! Our beautiful, bountiful mother!
Where are your fortune and fame, freedom ...
Jonas Hallgrimsson
I sat by the Sog one morning
when sea-cold north winds blew,
looking on lands with hardly
a livin...
Jonas Hallgrimsson
Here, over heathland pathways
harried by dismal blizzards,
the girded hero hurried
to hug his bro...
Jonas Hallgrimsson
Serene and warm, now southern winds come streaming
to waken all the billows on the ocean,
...
Jonas Hallgrimsson
Shadow Baldur, by my tent,
bursts with reeking juices.
Thor throws in his increment,
opening heav...

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