“I heard word Of bellied sailcloth, Creak of oars, And gold in Eastland. Then I smelled A smell remembered: Salt of spray And black-pitched boat's keel.” — Frans G. Bengtsson Copy Share Image
“Hvorledes skulle det gå, hvis man slap nordboerne ind i himlen ? I ville gribe efter de hellige jomfruer med utugtig tale, udstøde et… — Frans G. Bengtsson Copy Share Image
“...Orm always afterwards used to say that, after good luck, strength, and skill at arms, nothing was so useful to a man who found… — Frans G. Bengtsson Copy Share Image
“His bed needed all the good craftsmanship that had gone into its making to keep it from splitting asunder as he would grip one… — Frans G. Bengtsson Copy Share Image
“A wise man, once he is past fifty, does not befuddle his senses with strong drink, nor make violent love in the cool spring… — Frans G. Bengtsson Copy Share Image
“I heard word Of bellied sailcloth, Creak of oars, And gold in Eastland. Then I smelled A smell remembered: Salt of spray And black-pitched… — Frans G. Bengtsson Copy Share Image
“Mulled ale for the frozen man, And mulled ale for the weary: For mulled ale is the body's friend And makes the sick heart… — Frans G. Bengtsson Copy Share Image
