Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

(8 December 1832 – 26 April 1910 / Kvikne)

Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems

1. A Day Of Sunshine 1/1/2004
2. A Meeting 3/31/2010
3. A Sigh 3/31/2010
4. Alone And Repentant 1/1/2004
5. Answer From Norway To The Speeches In The Swedish House Of Nobles, 1860 3/31/2010
6. Anton Martin Schweigaard (In The Church After The Funeral Oration) 3/31/2010
7. At A Banquet For Professor Ludv. Kr. Daa 3/31/2010
8. At A Banquet Given To The Deputation Of The Swedish Riksdag To The Coronation, In Trondhjem, July 17 3/31/2010
9. At Hansteen's Bier 3/31/2010
10. At Michael Sars's Grave 3/31/2010
11. Ballad Of Tailor Nils 1/1/2004
12. Bergen 3/31/2010
13. Bergliot 3/31/2010
14. Choice 3/31/2010
15. Daniel Schjötz 3/31/2010
16. During A Journey In Sweden 3/31/2010
17. For A Charity Fair 3/31/2010
18. For The Wounded 3/31/2010
19. Forward 3/31/2010
20. Frederik Hegel 3/31/2010
21. Frida 3/31/2010
22. From Monte Pincio 3/31/2010
23. From The Cantata For N. F. S. Grundtvig 3/31/2010
24. Good Cheer 3/31/2010
25. Good Morning 3/31/2010
26. Halfdan Kjerulf 3/31/2010
27. Hamar-Made Matches 3/31/2010
28. Holger Drachmann 3/31/2010
29. Hunting Song 3/31/2010
30. Hymn Of The Puritans 3/31/2010
31. I Passed By The House 3/31/2010
32. If Only You Knew It 3/31/2010
33. In A Heavy Hour 3/31/2010
34. In The Forest 3/31/2010
35. Ingerid Sletten 1/1/2004
36. Ivar Ingemundson's Lay 3/31/2010
37. Johan Ludvig Heiberg 1860 1/1/2004
38. Kaare's Song 3/31/2010
39. King Frederik The Seventh 3/31/2010
40. Lambkin Mine 1/1/2004
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 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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