Jens Baggesen


Poems of Jens Baggesen

1. Aabenbarelsen 7/6/2012
2. Aand mod Haand 7/6/2012
3. Advarselen 7/4/2012
4. Afskeden 7/4/2012
5. Afskedsbrev 7/4/2012
6. Afslaget 7/4/2012
7. Aften-Morgen 7/4/2012
8. Aftenstiernen 7/4/2012
9. Agnete fra Holmegaard 7/4/2012
10. Alf og Lyna 7/4/2012
11. Alleenekampen eller Apologie for Litteraturbladene 7/4/2012
12. Alperne 7/4/2012
13. Andagtshymne [Dig alt Levendes Væld, dig, Aandernes evige Kilde] 7/4/2012
14. Anden Sang 7/4/2012
15. Anden Sang 1 7/4/2012
16. Anden Sang 2 7/4/2012
17. Apollo den Syttende 7/4/2012
18. Balder til sin Fader 7/4/2012
19. Balders Død 7/4/2012
20. Balders Fortvivlelse 7/4/2012

Childhood

There was a time when I was very small,
When my whole frame was but an ell in height;
Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do fall,
And therefore I recall it with delight.

I sported in my tender mother's arms,
And rode a-horseback on best father's knee;
Alike were sorrows, passions and alarms,
And gold, and Greek, and love, unknown to me,

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