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. Norway, Norway 3/31/2010
91. Open Water! 3/31/2010
92. When Norway Would Not Help 3/31/2010
93. The Princess 1/1/2004
94. Venevil 1/1/2004
95. The Mother's Song 1/1/2004
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. The Hare And The Fox 1/1/2004
110. Frederik Hegel 3/31/2010
111. Good Cheer 3/31/2010
112. At Michael Sars's Grave 3/31/2010
113. Hunting Song 3/31/2010
114. Bergliot 3/31/2010
115. Daniel Schjötz 3/31/2010
116. Answer From Norway To The Speeches In The Swedish House Of Nobles, 1860 3/31/2010
117. At Hansteen's Bier 3/31/2010
118. Love Song 1/1/2004
119. The Tree 1/1/2004
120. Bergen 3/31/2010

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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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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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