Kom nu, Fremmede, til Gjæst dig byde de Gamle;
Lystig leved de her, er nu det ogsaa forbi;
End dog skue du kan det store gigantiske Viinfad,
Som opløfted den Helt imens det Helten betvang.
Tømt de har det til Bunds, før træt de ginge til Hvile;
Lystige Hofnar endnu bevogter Kæmpernes Skat.
Synes han ogsaa af Træ, og alt for død til at spadse,
Drag i Livstraaden hist, og see, han gjækker dig end,
Vifter skalkagtig dig med Rævehalen om Munden,
Mens du tørmundet gaaer fra Dværgen og Kæmpernes Fad.


About Bernhard Severin Ingemann


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Poet of the day

Christopher Pearse Cranch (March 8, 1815 – January 20, 1892) was an American writer and artist.

Cranch was born in the District of Columbia. He attended Columbian College and Harvard Divinity School. He briefly held a position as a Unitarian minister. Later, he pursued various occupations: a magazine editor, caricaturist,...
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Poem of the day


Songs that could span the earth,
When leaping thought had stirred them,
In many an hour since birth,
We heard or dreamed we heard them.

Sometimes to all their sway
We yield ourselves half fearing,
Sometimes with hearts grown grey
We curse ourselves for...
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