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strong> 'Much doth it task me My tongue to move, Through my throat to utter The breath of song. ST HIS SON GUNNA MUCH DOTH IT TASK ME MY TONGUE TO MOVE THROUGH MY THROAT TO UTTER THE BREATH OF SONG
d in a deep draught: it was in a horn. Then said Thorgerdr: 'Now are we deceived; this is milk.' Whereat Egil bit a sherd out of the horn, all that his teeth gripped, and cast the horn down. Then spoke Thorgerdr: 'What counsel shall we take now? This our purpose is defeated. Now I would fain, father, that we should lengthen our lives, so that you may compose a funeral poem on Bodvar, and I will grave it on a wooden roller; after that we can die, if we like. Hardly, I think, can Thorstein your son compose a poem on Bodvar; but it were unseemly that he should not have funeral rites. Though I do not think that we two shall sit at the drinking when the funeral feast is held.' Egil said that it was not to be expected that he could now compose, though he were to attempt it. 'However, I will try this,' said he. Egil had had another son named Gunnar, who had died a short time before. So then Egil began the poem, and this is the beginning. <strong>SONA-TORREK (SONS' LOSS).</strong> <strong>1.</  SONATORICK SON'S LOSS FROM CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE OF EGEL SAGA TRANSLATION BY W C GREEN READ FOR LIBER BOX DOT WARG MY HAT AND FORTY THREE LOG DE LA KANZAEN DOT WORD PRESS DOG KO THE CONTEXT OF THE POEM IS THAT EGEL HAS JUST LOST HIS SON BODVAR IN A STORM AT SEA HAVING PREVIOUSLY LO
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