Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

1. Nils Finn 1/1/2004
2. Our Country 1859 1/1/2004
3. Love Thy Neighbor 1/1/2004
4. The Melody 1/1/2004
5. Ballad Of Tailor Nils 1/1/2004
6. The Call 1/1/2004
7. The Maiden's Song 1/1/2004
8. Marit's Song 1/1/2004
9. The Princess 1/1/2004
10. Johan Ludvig Heiberg 1860 1/1/2004
11. Oyvind's Song 1/1/2004
12. A Meeting 3/31/2010
13. Daniel Schjötz 3/31/2010
14. During A Journey In Sweden 3/31/2010
15. For A Charity Fair 3/31/2010
16. For The Wounded 3/31/2010
17. Forward 3/31/2010
18. Frederik Hegel 3/31/2010
19. Frida 3/31/2010
20. From Monte Pincio 3/31/2010
21. Answer From Norway To The Speeches In The Swedish House Of Nobles, 1860 3/31/2010
22. Anton Martin Schweigaard (In The Church After The Funeral Oration) 3/31/2010
23. At A Banquet For Professor Ludv. Kr. Daa 3/31/2010
24. At A Banquet Given To The Deputation Of The Swedish Riksdag To The Coronation, In Trondhjem, July 17 3/31/2010
25. At Hansteen's Bier 3/31/2010
26. At Michael Sars's Grave 3/31/2010
27. Good Morning 3/31/2010
28. Halfdan Kjerulf 3/31/2010
29. Hamar-Made Matches 3/31/2010
30. Holger Drachmann 3/31/2010
31. Ivar Ingemundson's Lay 3/31/2010
32. Kaare's Song 3/31/2010
33. King Frederik The Seventh 3/31/2010
34. Landfall 3/31/2010
35. Lector Thaasen 3/31/2010
36. Magnus The Blind 3/31/2010
37. Master Or Slave 3/31/2010
38. May Seventeenth 3/31/2010
39. I Passed By The House 3/31/2010
40. If Only You Knew It 3/31/2010
Best Poem of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

The Ocean

... Oceanward I am ever yearning,
Where far it rolls in its calm and grandeur,
The weight of mountain-like fogbanks bearing,
Forever wandering and returning.
The skies may lower, the land may call it,
It knows no resting and knows no yielding.
In nights of summer, in storms of winter,
Its surges murmur the self-same longing.

Yes, oceanward I am ever yearning,
Where far is lifted its broad, cold forehead!
Thereon the world throws its deepest shadow
And mirrors whispering all its anguish.
Though warm and blithesome the bright sun stroke it
With joyous ...

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The Mother's Song

Lord! Oh, hold in Thy hand my child,
Guard by the river its playing!
Send Thou Thy Spirit as comrade mild,
Lest it be lost in its straying!
Deep is the water and false the ground.
Lord, if His arms shall the child surround,
Drowned it shall not be, but living,
Till Thou salvation art giving.

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