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Frá licims fyrsta
Fagra morgni
Mörg ljóömæli
Mannkyn glöddu,
Ileyröa ck þó aungvan
Hærra saung
Enn Jóns Miltons
Makalausa.
J3Iindr Hómerus,
EragsmiÖr Grickja,
Gaf þeirra goÖum
Göö ok mindir;
Upp lianu livatti
Alexander
Veröld at vinna,
Vann tign skálda.
Blindr Ossían,
Bragsiniðr LSkota,
Qvað um föÖrjarðar
Fjöll ok hetjur,
Menn ok stórvirki,
Mejrar ok ástir;
I sólar iáti
Ljóö haus dvína.
Blindr Jón Milton,
Bi’agsmiör Engla,
A livatast ílug
IJugi sendi,
Yfir Olympus,
Yiir Grampa,
Hátt yfir sól
Ok liciðar stjörnur.
■F rom the worhVs
Fair heginning
J\lany lays
Mankind delighled,
Yel not I heard
sln liigher song
l'han John Milton's
Malchless tunc.
Blind Ilomeros,
Bard of Ilellas,
Gave its gods
Ground and shape,
IIc inspired
yllcxandcr
iYinning the world,
And won ihe laurel.
Blind Ossian,
Bard of Alhin,
Sang its mounlains,
Sang ils champions,
Men and deeds,
Maids and love ;
JVith ilie sun
llis song expires.
Blind John Milton,
Bard of Angul,
Sent his thoughls
On swi/lcst Jlight
Over O/ympos,
Ouer Grampus,
Sun ancl stars
Suní vanishing.