Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

81. Youth 3/31/2010
82. To Missionary Skrefsrud In Santalistan 3/31/2010
83. Oh, When Will You Stand Forth? 3/31/2010
84. Oyvind's Song 1/1/2004
85. Halfdan Kjerulf 3/31/2010
86. The Tryst 3/31/2010
87. The Pure Norwegian Flag 3/31/2010
88. Per Bo 3/31/2010
89. Ingerid Sletten 1/1/2004
90. When Norway Would Not Help 3/31/2010
91. Venevil 1/1/2004
92. The Mother's Song 1/1/2004
93. Norway, Norway 3/31/2010
94. To My Father (Upon His Retirement) 3/31/2010
95. Open Water! 3/31/2010
96. The Princess 1/1/2004
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. Answer From Norway To The Speeches In The Swedish House Of Nobles, 1860 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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Best Poem of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

Choice

April for me I choose!
In it the old things tumble,
In it things new refresh us;
It makes a mighty rumble,-
But peace is not so precious
As that his will man shows.

April for me I choose,
Because it storms and scourges,
Because it smiles and blesses,
Because its power purges,
Because it strength possesses,-

In it the summer grows.

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Nils Finn

Now little Nils Finn had away to go;
The skis were too loose at both heel and toe.
--"That's too bad!" rumbled yonder.

Then little Nils Finn in the snow set his feet:
"You ugliest troll, you shall never me cheat!"
--"Hee-ho-ha!" rumbled yonder.

Nils Finn with his staff beat the snow till it blew

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