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~ Historical & Classical Poetry ~
Thor Recovers the Hammer.
In golden car
Cleaves the thick clouds
With dark-hair’d Loke;
And Loke the while,
In’s heart doth smile,
And trolds and gods
Alike doth mock.
On reaching Utgard they were met by Thrym and the officers of his court.
There, waiting, stood
The giant brood,
An escort grim
To greet the bride;
And at their head,
In flames array’d,
The monarch Thrym
In all his pride.
At the gate, as yeomen, the metal-kings stood,
The gold-king all radiant, the tin-king in white,
The dark sullen lead-king, the copper, like blood,
The stern king of iron, the silver-king bright.
To Thor they bow’d,
Who sprang in haste
Upon his feet,
And hasten’d on
Tow’rds Utgard’s son,
Whose am’rous breast
With passion beat.
The nymphs of the gems, each in brightest attiie,
The gay laughing emerald without thought or care;
The ruby still burning with amorous fire,
The vain sapphire and proud stately diamond were there.
[The story, further told by Pigott, then follows the usual outline.]
From Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger
Short Biography of Adam Oehlenschläger
Translation and text in italics by Grenville Pigott, in "A Manual of Scandinavian Mythology,
Popular Account of the Two Eddas and of the Religion of Odin" (London, 1839)
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