Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

121. To Sweden 3/31/2010
122. To The Dannebrog 3/31/2010
123. Toast For The Men Of Eidsvold 3/31/2010
124. Venevil 1/1/2004
125. When Comes The Morning? 3/31/2010
126. When Norway Would Not Help 3/31/2010
127. Workmen's March 3/31/2010
128. Young Men And Women, Strong And Sound 3/31/2010
129. Youth 3/31/2010
Best Poem of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

The Ocean

... Oceanward I am ever yearning,
Where far it rolls in its calm and grandeur,
The weight of mountain-like fogbanks bearing,
Forever wandering and returning.
The skies may lower, the land may call it,
It knows no resting and knows no yielding.
In nights of summer, in storms of winter,
Its surges murmur the self-same longing.

Yes, oceanward I am ever yearning,
Where far is lifted its broad, cold forehead!
Thereon the world throws its deepest shadow
And mirrors whispering all its anguish.
Though warm and blithesome the bright sun stroke it
With joyous ...

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The Melody

The youth in the woods spent the whole day long,
The whole day long;
For there he had heard such a wonderful song,
Wonderful song.

Willow-wood gave him a flute so fair,
A flute so fair,--
To try, if within were the melody rare,
Melody rare.

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