Poetic Edda

"Ek man jǫtna ár of borna, þás forðum mik fœdda hǫfðu; níu mank hęima, níu ívíði, mjǫtvið mæran fyr mold neðan.Ár vas alda þars Ymir byggði, vasa sandr né sær, né svalar unnir; jǫrð fansk æva né upphiminn; gap vas ginnunga, ęn gras hvęrgi."

"Brœðr muno beriaz ok at bǫnomverða, muno systrungar sifiom spilla. Hart er í heimi, hórdómr mikill. Skeggǫld, skálmǫld, skildir ro klofnir. Vindǫld, vargǫld, áðr verǫld steypiz. Mun engi maðr ǫðrom þyrma."

"Eldr er beztr með ýta sonum ok sólar sýn, heilyndi sitt, ef maðr hafa náir, án við löst at lifa."

"Skin-faxi is the skyey steed Who bears aloft the smiling day To all the regions of mankind: His the ever-shining mane. * * * Hrim-faxi is the sable steed, From the east who brings the night, Fraught with showering joys of love As he champs the foamy bit, Drops of dew are scattered round To adorn the vales of earth."