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. Love Thy Neighbor 1/1/2004
7. Question And Answer 3/31/2010
8. Toast For The Men Of Eidsvold 3/31/2010
9. When Comes The Morning? 3/31/2010
10. To Stang 3/31/2010
11. To Sweden 3/31/2010
12. To The Dannebrog 3/31/2010
13. To Aasmund Olafsen Vinje (Sung At His Wife's Grave) 3/31/2010
14. To Hans Christian Andersen 3/31/2010
15. Secret Love 3/31/2010
16. Sung For Norway's Riflemen 3/31/2010
17. The Bier Of Precentor A. Reitan 3/31/2010
18. The Blonde Maiden 3/31/2010
19. The Meeting 3/31/2010
20. The Poet 3/31/2010
21. Nils Finn 1/1/2004
22. In A Heavy Hour 3/31/2010
23. I Passed By The House 3/31/2010
24. Landfall 3/31/2010
25. Master Or Slave 3/31/2010
26. Norwegian Seamen's Song 3/31/2010
27. Magnus The Blind 3/31/2010
28. Kaare's Song 3/31/2010
29. King Frederik The Seventh 3/31/2010
30. Hamar-Made Matches 3/31/2010
31. The Call 1/1/2004
32. Marit's Song 1/1/2004
33. Johan Ludvig Heiberg 1860 1/1/2004
34. The Norrona-Race 3/31/2010
35. The First Meeting 3/31/2010
36. The Land That Shall Be (Dedicated To Herman Anker And M. Anker On The 3/31/2010
37. The Child In Our Soul 3/31/2010
38. Taylor's Song 3/31/2010
39. Song For The Students' Glee Club 3/31/2010
40. Post Festum 3/31/2010

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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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