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large/11252/spc166_1704_librivox_64kb_mp3/spc166_egilssagasonsloss_h43_64kb
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Dark deeds men love, Doom death to their kin, A brother's body Barter for gold. DARK DEEDS MEN LOVE DOOM DEATH TO THEIR KIN A BROTHER'S BODY BARTER FOR GOLD
 waxing The stuff and the strength Of a stout-limbed wight: Had he reached but ripeness To raise his shield, And Odin laid hand On his liegeman true. <strong>12.</strong> 'Willing he followed His father's word, Though all opposing Should thwart my rede: He in mine household Mine honour upheld, Of my power and rule The prop and the stay. <strong>13.</strong> 'Oft to my mind My loss doth come, How I brotherless bide Bereaved and lone. Thereon I bethink me, When thickens the fight Thereon with much searching My soul doth muse: <strong>14.</strong> 'Who staunch stands by me In stress of fight, Shoulder to shoulder, Side by side? Such want doth weaken In war's dread hour; Weak-winged I fly, Whom friends all fail. <strong>15.</strong> 'Son's place to his sire (Saith a proverb true) Another son born Alone can fill. Of kinsmen none (Though ne'er so kind) To brother can stand In brother's stead. <strong>16.</strong> 'O'er all our ice-fields, Our northern snows, Few now I find Faithful and true.  THE DEATHS OF KIN SINCE HE THE SHELTER AND SHIELD OF MY HOUSE HIRED HIM FROM LIFE TO HEAVEN'S GLAD REALM FULL SURELY I KNOW IN MY SON WAS WAXING THE STUFF AND THE STRENGTH OF STOUT LIMBED WIGHT HAD HE REACH'D BUT RIPENESS TO RAISE HIS SHIELD AND ODIN LAID HAND ON HIS LIEGEMAN TREW WILLING HE FOLLOW'D HIS FATHER'S WORD THOUGH ALL OPPOSING SHOULD THWART MY REED HE IN MINE HOUSEHOLD MINE HONOUR UPHELD OF MY POWER AND RULE THE PROP AND THE STAY OFT TO MY MIND MY LOSS DOTH COME HOW I BROTHERLESS BIDE BEREAVED AND LONE THEREON I BETHINK ME WHEN THICKENS THE FIGHT THEREON WITH MUCH SEARCHING MY SOUL DOTH MUSE WHOSE STAUNCH STANDS BY ME IN STRESS OF FIGHT SHOULDER TO SHOULDER SIDE BY SIDE SUCH WANT DOTH WEAKEN IN WAR'S DREAD HOUR WEAK WINGED I FLY WHO FRIENDS ALL FAIL SON'S PLACE TO HIS SIRE SAITH A PROVERB TRUE ANOTHER SON BORN ALONE CAN FILL OF KINSMAN NONE THOUGH NE'ER SO KIND TO BROTHER CAN STAND IN BROTHERS STEAD O'ER ALL OUR ICE FIELDS OUR NORTHERN SNOWS FEW NOW I FIND FAITHFUL AND TRUE
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