Emil Aarestrup: 'I Vreden rejste sig hans Hovedhaar som Taarne'

 

 

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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