Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

81. Oyvind's Song 1/1/2004
82. Halfdan Kjerulf 3/31/2010
83. The Tryst 3/31/2010
84. The Pure Norwegian Flag 3/31/2010
85. When Comes The Morning? 3/31/2010
86. Per Bo 3/31/2010
87. Ingerid Sletten 1/1/2004
88. Norway, Norway 3/31/2010
89. Open Water! 3/31/2010
90. When Norway Would Not Help 3/31/2010
91. In A Heavy Hour 3/31/2010
92. The Princess 1/1/2004
93. Venevil 1/1/2004
94. The Mother's Song 1/1/2004
95. If Only You Knew It 3/31/2010
96. To My Father (Upon His Retirement) 3/31/2010
97. Anton Martin Schweigaard (In The Church After The Funeral Oration) 3/31/2010
98. The White Rose And The Red Rose 3/31/2010
99. A Meeting 3/31/2010
100. At A Banquet For Professor Ludv. Kr. Daa 3/31/2010
101. From Monte Pincio 3/31/2010
102. Good Morning 3/31/2010
103. During A Journey In Sweden 3/31/2010
104. For A Charity Fair 3/31/2010
105. For The Wounded 3/31/2010
106. Forward 3/31/2010
107. Frida 3/31/2010
108. My Fatherland 3/31/2010
109. Frederik Hegel 3/31/2010
110. Good Cheer 3/31/2010
111. At Michael Sars's Grave 3/31/2010
112. Hunting Song 3/31/2010
113. Bergliot 3/31/2010
114. Daniel Schjötz 3/31/2010
115. At Hansteen's Bier 3/31/2010
116. Love Song 1/1/2004
117. The Tree 1/1/2004
118. Bergen 3/31/2010
119. From The Cantata For N. F. S. Grundtvig 3/31/2010
120. The Hare And The Fox 1/1/2004

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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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Love Thy Neighbor

Love thy neighbor, to Christ be leal!
Crush him never with iron-heel,
Though in the dust he's lying!
All the living responsive await
Love with power to recreate,
Needing alone the trying.

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