The salient cheek-bones and sharply chiselled lines betray his peasant extraction, which is perhaps still more strongly accentuated by his gait, that hard, strikingly rhythmical, bowed gait which reminds one of the Plougher treading in hard toil and in a bent posture over newly turned turf, his gait whose rhythm reminds one again and again of his poetry.
"Émile Verhaeren"
Stefan Zweig
He also makes a bold guess that she may be the same as a divine dame in Low Saxon districts called Herke or Harke, who dispenses earthly goods in abundance, and acts in the same way as Berhta and Holda-an earth-goddess, the lady of the Plougher and sower and reaper.
"The Old English Herbals"
Eleanour Sinclair Rohde
And before the grass is growing, or the kine have fared from the stall, The song of the fair-speech-masters goes up in the Niblung hall, And they sing of the golden Sigurd and the face without a foe, And the lowly man exalted and the mighty brought alow: And they say, when the sun of summer shall come aback to the land, It shall shine on the fields of the tiller that fears no heavy hand; That the sheaf shall be for the Plougher, and the loaf for him that sowed, Through every furrowed acre where the Son of Sigmund rode.
"The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs"
William Morris