Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

1. Ole Gabriel Ueland 3/31/2010
2. On A Wife's Death 3/31/2010
3. The Melody 1/1/2004
4. Holger Drachmann 3/31/2010
5. If Only You Knew It 3/31/2010
6. In A Heavy Hour 3/31/2010
7. I Passed By The House 3/31/2010
8. Landfall 3/31/2010
9. Master Or Slave 3/31/2010
10. Love Thy Neighbor 1/1/2004
11. Question And Answer 3/31/2010
12. The Land That Shall Be (Dedicated To Herman Anker And M. Anker On The 3/31/2010
13. To Hans Christian Andersen 3/31/2010
14. Toast For The Men Of Eidsvold 3/31/2010
15. When Comes The Morning? 3/31/2010
16. To Stang 3/31/2010
17. To Sweden 3/31/2010
18. To The Dannebrog 3/31/2010
19. To Molde 3/31/2010
20. To Aasmund Olafsen Vinje (Sung At His Wife's Grave) 3/31/2010
21. To Erika Lie 3/31/2010
22. The First Meeting 3/31/2010
23. The Meeting 3/31/2010
24. The Poet 3/31/2010
25. Song For The Students' Glee Club 3/31/2010
26. Sung For Norway's Riflemen 3/31/2010
27. The Bier Of Precentor A. Reitan 3/31/2010
28. The Blonde Maiden 3/31/2010
29. The Child In Our Soul 3/31/2010
30. Secret Love 3/31/2010
31. Olaf Trygvason 3/31/2010
32. Nils Finn 1/1/2004
33. Johan Ludvig Heiberg 1860 1/1/2004
34. Magnus The Blind 3/31/2010
35. Norwegian Seamen's Song 3/31/2010
36. Kaare's Song 3/31/2010
37. King Frederik The Seventh 3/31/2010
38. Hamar-Made Matches 3/31/2010
39. Lector Thaasen 3/31/2010
40. Norwegian Students' Greeting With A Procession To Professor Welhaven 3/31/2010
Best Poem of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

A Day Of Sunshine

It was such a lovely sunshine-day,
The house and the yard couldn't hold me;
I roved to the woods, on my back I lay,
In cradle of fancy rolled me;
But there were ants, and gnats that bite,
The horse-fly was keen, the wasp showed fight.

"Dear me, don't you want to be out in this fine
weather?" --said mother, who sat on the steps and sang.

It was such a lovely sunshine-day,
The house and the yard couldn't hold me;
A meadow I found, on my back I lay,
And sang what my spirit told me;
Then snakes came crawling, a fathom long,
To bask in the sun,--I...

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Our Country 1859

A land there is, lying near far-northern snow,
Where only the fissures life's springtime may know.
But surging, the sea tells of great deeds done,
And loved is the land as a mother by son.

What time we were little and sat on her knee,
She gave us her saga with pictures to see.
We read till our eyes opened wide and moist,
While nodding and smiling she mute rejoiced.

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