Hener was the hero-king,Heaven-born, dear to us,Showing his shieldA shelter for peace.
Canto XXI. St. 7.
In Phebus realm, in knowledge as in verse,All things are clear, the sun of Phoebus clear,Clear was his crystal, the Kastalian.What you cannot clearly say, you don’t know:To tongue of man his thought brings word:What’s said obscurely is what’s thought obscurely.Esaias Tegnér
Autumn has come;Storming now heaveth the deep sea with foam,Yet would I gratefully lie there,Willingly die there.Esaias Tegnér
A dead father's counsel, a wise son heedeth.Esaias Tegnér
A woman's honor rests on manly love.Esaias Tegnér
A sense of justice is a noble fancy.Esaias Tegnér
A glimpse of Breidablick, whose walls are lightAs e'en the silver on the cliff it shone;Of dark blue steel its columns azure heightAnd the big altar was one agate stone.It seemed as if the air upheld aloneIts dome, unless supporting spirits bore it,Studded with stars Odin's spangled throne,A light inscrutable burned fiercely o'er it;In sky-blue mantles,Sat the gold-crowned gods before it.Esaias Tegnér