Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

1. A Day Of Sunshine 1/1/2004
2. A Meeting 3/31/2010
3. A Sigh 3/31/2010
4. Alone And Repentant 1/1/2004
5. Answer From Norway To The Speeches In The Swedish House Of Nobles, 1860 3/31/2010
6. Anton Martin Schweigaard (In The Church After The Funeral Oration) 3/31/2010
7. At A Banquet For Professor Ludv. Kr. Daa 3/31/2010
8. At A Banquet Given To The Deputation Of The Swedish Riksdag To The Coronation, In Trondhjem, July 17 3/31/2010
9. At Hansteen's Bier 3/31/2010
10. At Michael Sars's Grave 3/31/2010
11. Ballad Of Tailor Nils 1/1/2004
12. Bergen 3/31/2010
13. Bergliot 3/31/2010
14. Choice 3/31/2010
15. Daniel Schjötz 3/31/2010
16. During A Journey In Sweden 3/31/2010
17. For A Charity Fair 3/31/2010
18. For The Wounded 3/31/2010
19. Forward 3/31/2010
20. Frederik Hegel 3/31/2010
21. Frida 3/31/2010
22. From Monte Pincio 3/31/2010
23. From The Cantata For N. F. S. Grundtvig 3/31/2010
24. Good Cheer 3/31/2010
25. Good Morning 3/31/2010
26. Halfdan Kjerulf 3/31/2010
27. Hamar-Made Matches 3/31/2010
28. Holger Drachmann 3/31/2010
29. Hunting Song 3/31/2010
30. Hymn Of The Puritans 3/31/2010
31. I Passed By The House 3/31/2010
32. If Only You Knew It 3/31/2010
33. In A Heavy Hour 3/31/2010
34. In The Forest 3/31/2010
35. Ingerid Sletten 1/1/2004
36. Ivar Ingemundson's Lay 3/31/2010
37. Johan Ludvig Heiberg 1860 1/1/2004
38. Kaare's Song 3/31/2010
39. King Frederik The Seventh 3/31/2010
40. Lambkin Mine 1/1/2004

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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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