English poem
Hagen cleft the head-piece of Hettel’s brave old man
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
Hagen cleft the head-piece of Hettel’s brave old man, The trusty, daring Wâ-te, till blood from his helmet ran, From out his wounds fast flowing. Now the wind blew colder, For eventide was nearing; the struggling throng in fight but grew the bolder.
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- Gu-drun then spake to her mother: “May blessings on you be
- Gu-drun, the high-born lady, thus to the warrior spake
- Had not the kindly maidens sought to end the fight
- Hagen bade his followers: “Now ask these guests of mine
- Hagen said, as he met them: “Safeguard to you I give
- Hartmut left his wooing to wait for many a year
- Hartmut’s mother, Gerlind, earnestly gave thought
- He gave them also horses, both palfreys and war-steeds