Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

1. Ole Gabriel Ueland 3/31/2010
2. On A Wife's Death 3/31/2010
3. The Melody 1/1/2004
4. Holger Drachmann 3/31/2010
5. If Only You Knew It 3/31/2010
6. In A Heavy Hour 3/31/2010
7. I Passed By The House 3/31/2010
8. Landfall 3/31/2010
9. Master Or Slave 3/31/2010
10. Love Thy Neighbor 1/1/2004
11. Question And Answer 3/31/2010
12. The Land That Shall Be (Dedicated To Herman Anker And M. Anker On The 3/31/2010
13. To Hans Christian Andersen 3/31/2010
14. Toast For The Men Of Eidsvold 3/31/2010
15. When Comes The Morning? 3/31/2010
16. To Stang 3/31/2010
17. To Sweden 3/31/2010
18. To The Dannebrog 3/31/2010
19. To Molde 3/31/2010
20. The First Meeting 3/31/2010
21. To Aasmund Olafsen Vinje (Sung At His Wife's Grave) 3/31/2010
22. To Erika Lie 3/31/2010
23. The Meeting 3/31/2010
24. The Poet 3/31/2010
25. Song For The Students' Glee Club 3/31/2010
26. Sung For Norway's Riflemen 3/31/2010
27. The Bier Of Precentor A. Reitan 3/31/2010
28. The Blonde Maiden 3/31/2010
29. The Child In Our Soul 3/31/2010
30. Secret Love 3/31/2010
31. Olaf Trygvason 3/31/2010
32. Nils Finn 1/1/2004
33. Johan Ludvig Heiberg 1860 1/1/2004
34. Magnus The Blind 3/31/2010
35. Norwegian Seamen's Song 3/31/2010
36. Kaare's Song 3/31/2010
37. King Frederik The Seventh 3/31/2010
38. Hamar-Made Matches 3/31/2010
39. Lector Thaasen 3/31/2010
40. Norwegian Students' Greeting With A Procession To Professor Welhaven 3/31/2010
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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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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