Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

41. To Molde 3/31/2010
42. To Erika Lie 3/31/2010
43. Rallying Song For Freedom In The North To 3/31/2010
44. Song 3/31/2010
45. The Maiden's Song 1/1/2004
46. Our Country 1859 1/1/2004
47. Lector Thaasen 3/31/2010
48. Ivar Ingemundson's Lay 3/31/2010
49. Norwegian Students' Greeting With A Procession To Professor Welhaven 3/31/2010
50. Norse Nature 3/31/2010
51. To My Wife 3/31/2010
52. Those With Me 3/31/2010
53. To Johan Sverdrup 3/31/2010
54. Song Of Freedom To 3/31/2010
55. The Spinner 3/31/2010
56. The Day Of Sunshine 3/31/2010
57. To Johan Dahl, Bookdealer 3/31/2010
58. Hymn Of The Puritans 3/31/2010
59. Mountain Song 1/1/2004
60. P. A. Munch 3/31/2010
61. Our Language 3/31/2010
62. Song For Norway National Hymn 3/31/2010
63. The Maiden On The Shore 3/31/2010
64. Workmen's March 3/31/2010
65. Psalms 3/31/2010
66. May Seventeenth 3/31/2010
67. To Aasmund Olafsen Vinje (Sung At His Wife's Grave) 3/31/2010
68. Lambkin Mine 1/1/2004
69. To Sculptor Borch 3/31/2010
70. The Angels Of Sleep 3/31/2010
71. Over The Lofty Mountains 1/1/2004
72. The Land That Shall Be (Dedicated To Herman Anker And M. Anker On The 3/31/2010
73. Our Forefathers 3/31/2010
74. To A Godson 3/31/2010
75. Synnove's Song 1/1/2004
76. In The Forest 3/31/2010
77. Old Heltberg 3/31/2010
78. Sin, Death 3/31/2010
79. To Missionary Skrefsrud In Santalistan 3/31/2010
80. Youth 3/31/2010

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A Sigh

Evening sunshine never
Solace to my window bears,
Morning sunshine elsewhere fares;-
Here are shadows ever.

Sunshine freely falling,
Wilt thou not my chamber find?
Here some rays would reach a mind,
'Mid the dark appalling.

Morning sunshine's gladness,
Oh, thou art my childhood bright;
While
thou
playest pure and white,

I
would weep in sadness.

Evening sunshine's whiling,
Oh, thou art the wise man's rest;-
Farther on! Then from the west
Greet my window smiling!

Morning sunshine's singing,
Oh, thou art the ...

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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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