In Balder's Grove by E. Klein 1899

"Beloved, why quakest thou? Thou hast no cause for fear. Bjorn stands out there with bared sword and warriors enough to guard us, should need be, against a world. I myself would brave a world for thee, to hold thee thus. 'T were joy to be borne away to Valhalla's heights, wert but thou my Valkyrie: to have thee bend over me as I lie on the bloody field, look in my face with thy dear eyes, then lift me on thy wind-winged steed; to soar with thee,--up, up, to Odin's heavenly halls,--what fate more blessed? What whisperest thou in such affright? Is it Balder's wrath thou dreadest? Why, he cannot be wroth with us. He too did love, the gentle God, was faithful unto death. Did he not love sweet Nanna, his wife, even as I love thee?" -Frithjof, the viking of Norway: and Roland, the paladin of France by Zénaïde Alexeïevna Ragozin; Chapter VII, pages 44-45

Frithjof in single combat by E. Klein 1899

"At last Frithjof felles his foe, and held him down with his knee.  "Had I but my sword," he cried, "thou black-bearded maniac, I should quickly make an end of thee." "Have thy will," was Atle's proud retort. "Go, get thy sword; I have no wish to run away. We both must see Valhalla some day; I go now, thou mayest follow me to-morrow." Frithjof seemed minded to take his prostrate foe's advice; already Angurwadel was raised above him, yet Atle did not stir. Such manliness touched the victor's generous heart; his anger fell, he cast the sword aside, and took the fallen man by the hand." -Frithjof, the viking of Norway: and Roland, the paladin of France by Zénaïde Alexeïevna Ragozin; Chapter X, page 73

Ingeborg's watch by the sea by E. Klein 1899

"I will stand before Helge free from guilt, my task performed, my honour cleared, my pledge redeemed. Then will I demand thee, not of him--oh no! of Norseland's people, in open Ting; that is thy rightful guardian, thou daughter of a royal race! Who then gainsays me--let him beware!--Till then, farewell. Be true, forget not me; and as a pledge and token of our love, take this arm-ring, and wear it till I claim it again--and thee. See how the delicate white arm sets off great Waulund's work, with the heavenly signs so cunningly engraved on it! Farewell awhile, my love, my bride--oh, fare thee well! A few moons only--and the tide will turn." He went. Ingeborg watched him long and wistfully, her own sad face untouched by the glow of hope which lit up his brow, but now so gloomy and despondent. Age seemed to have suddenly come upon her, with its sober views, its fears, ---its power, too, to face and bear the worst. The pain of a lifetime was in the smile with which she spoke, half unwittingly, words she would not have him hear---not yet!" -Frithjof, the viking of Norway: and Roland, the paladin of France by Zénaïde Alexeïevna Ragozin; Chapter VIII, pages 61-62