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.