Saturday, 20 December 2014

A surprising tercet by Schack von Staffeldt

I Vreden rejste sig hans Hovedhaar som Taarne,
Hans Næse steg, hans Vom, hans Røst sig hæved -
Kun een Ting hang, som altid, paa den Høivelbaarne.

Such wrath: his hair stood quite on end from the exertion,
His voice, his nose and belly rose together -
But one thing hung, as always, on his noble person.

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